Robert Service - A Tribute

Another sketchbook piece. LOL! Are you tired of these yet? The writing is a poem by Robert service, and the drawing is of his original cabin up in the Yukon, that he lived in during the gold rush. The poem is as follows (Though this won't allow me to make the proper line indents...):

The Quitter

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye;
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and... die.
But the Code of a Man says: "fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred
In hunger and woe, oh! It's easy to blow;
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

"You're sick of the game!" well, now, that's a shame,
You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know, but don't squeal
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It's the plugging away that'll win you the day,
So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit - it's so easy to quit,
It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten - and die.
It's easy to crawfish and crawl.
But to fight and to fight when all hope's out of sight -
Why - that's the best game of them all.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout
All broken and beaten and scarred;
Just have one more try - it's dead easy to die;
It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.