And his end of that fight he was determined to win, if it took every year of his life.

He, with a few others, would prove to the world that the millions of acres of treeless tundras of the north were not the cast-off ends of the earth.

They would populate them, and the so-called "barrens" would thunder to the innumerable hoofs of reindeer herds as the American plains had never thundered to the beat of cattle.

He was not thinking of the treasure he would find at the end of this rainbow of success which he visioned.

Money, simply as money, he hated.