Do you fear the force of the wind,
The slash of the rain ?
Go face them and fight them,
Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf,
Go wade like the crane.
The palms of your hands will thicken,
The skin of your cheek will tan--
You'll grow ragged and swarthy and weary,
But -- you'll walk like a man.
-- -- Hamlin Garland(1899)
Found this on a Philmont-related website. Garland wrote this at the home of Daniel Carter Beard.