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No shanty fires shall cheer them, / No comrades march beside, / But the northern lights shall beckon / And the wandering winds shall guide. / They shall cross the silent waters / By a trail that is wild and far. / To the place of the lonely lodges / Under a lonely star. / _La Longue Traverse._
"Bob, is this Lake Lemaire?"