Yakith:He which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart. His passport shall be made. We will not die in that dog’s company. Old dogs forget but he will remember, with advantages, the feats he did that day. Then shall our names familiar in his mouth as household words, Seppala, the driver. Fritz and Sally. Molly and Red and Togo, the great Togo in lead, be all in their flowing water bowls freshly remembered. And dogs in Nome, now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here. We few, we happy few, we band of champions. Now, run, my pups. Run!
如果谁没有勇气打这一仗,就让它离队。我们给它发通行证,我们不愿跟这样的狗死在一起。老狗会记住,但是它会记得分外清楚,那天它所做的壮举。我们的名字在它口中就像家常话一样熟悉。雪橇人,赛斐拉。福瑞兹和萨利。莫莉和小红还有多哥,伟大的多哥在前面领队,这些名字,在它们从水碗中畅饮时,都会被清晰地记起。而身在诺姆的狗,正躺在床上,会认为它们此刻不在这里是受到了诅咒。我们这少数的几个,幸福的少数几个,我们是一支冠军队伍。奔跑吧,我的狗狗们。奔跑!