Time was when the Great West lured all men. Now it is the Great North! The West, that once fabled land of the bad man, the gold mine, the gun fighter and similar attractions, has vanished from our scheme. If there is now a spot in the West which has not passed into the hands of private management, rest assured that it is a spot where nothing but sage brush and jack rabbits will thrive! But the Great North is waiting! And calling! The last frontier! The only territory under the Stars and Stripes where the man without capital has yet a reasonable chance of reaping the reward of his labors. And the North is waiting and calling for _you_! As I write the closing pages of this book I find that I myself am once more hearing--the Voice! Is it the same Voice which called me to the Northland some ten years ago? I think so. And never before have I heard it in tones so distinct, so insistent. I have been somewhat critical (justly so, I feel) of the indifference of the government toward the present and future needs of Alaska. But----. Only a few hours ago I donned the most _comfortable_ suit of clothes I have ever worn, namely, the uniform of the good old U. S. A. I am for peace,--just so long as there is no legitimate reason for war. But Germany can not step on the tail of my Uncle Sam's coat with impunity! Would that I were able to put into words a fitting tribute to the staunch friends among whom I have come and gone under almost every conceivable circumstance and condition! To form friendships such as these, cemented by events which can not occur elsewhere, is well worth living for. Whenever my mind reverts to this subject I recall a little stanza which expresses my thoughts far better than I can voice them myself. So, to my friends, the Alaskans, I can only say: "I have eaten your bread and your salt; I have drunk of your water and wine; The deaths you have died I have watched beside, And the lives that you lived were mine!" Transcriber notes: Some words were broken up due to line endings. As they only occur once in the book it's not absolutely clear if they should be hyphenated or not. This concerns the following words: snow-slides, playwright, omnipresent, half-politician, sourdough; The following corrections have been made: p. 129 "There is one noticable thing about the conditions" noticable changed to noticeable p. 169 "reached direct only betwen June and October" betwen changed to between p. 203 "several bottles of whiskey" whiskey changed to whisky p. 208 "passengers, bagbage and freight" bagbage changed to baggage p. 215 "unconscious of this characteristice" characteristice changed to characteristic p. 228 "'Don't let the dark git you out here. You can't do nothin' fer me!" added ' after me! p. 228 "But----" added . Illustrations moved to paragraph breaks. Everything else has been retained as printed. End of Project Gutenberg's The Land of Tomorrow, by William B Stephenson, Jr.