They're rending new roads through the mountains to let in progress and civilization, and making fast the foundations of the future greatness of a wide and prosperous land.

Already, because of what they and their kind have done, you can travel through it without seeing a ragged, slatternly woman, or a broken-down, desperate man.
Besides, many of them, and certainly most of the small bush ranchers, lead lives characterized by the old heroic virtues that seem to have gone out of fashion in the cities, though you'll find some of them held up for emulation in the Pauline epistles." Weston gazed at her in blank astonishment.

She made a little, half-contemptuous gesture.
"You can't understand that?
Well, one really couldn't expect you to.
You have never starved your body, or forced it day after day to a task that was crushing you.

Those men work in icy water, keep the trail with bleeding feet, and sleep in melting snow.

They bear these things cheerfully, and I think there are no men on this earth who can match their wide charity.