"[...] As Langdon looked through his glasses he believed that at last they had reached the bourne of their desires. For nearly two months they had worked to get beyond the trails of men, and
they had succeeded. There were no hunters here. There were no prospectors. The valley ahead of them was filled with golden promise, and as he sought out the first of its mystery and its wonder
his heart was filled with the deep and satisfying joy which only men like Langdon can fully understand. To his friend and comrade, Bruce Otto, with whom he had gone five times into the North
country, all mountains and all valleys were very much alike; he was born among them, he had lived among them all his life, and he would probably die among them. It was Bruce who gave him a
sudden sharp nudge with his elbow. "I see the heads of three caribou crossing a dip about a mile and a half up the valley," he said, without taking his eyes from the telescope.[...]".