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Dick nodded his understanding.
"Not so proud and wilful, but stick by a fellow through thick and
thin. Sling a paddle with the next and starve as contentedly as
Job. Go for'ard when the sloop's nose was more often under than
not, and take in sail like a man. Went prospecting once, up
Teslin way, past Surprise Lake and the Little Yellow-Head. Grub
gave out, and we ate the dogs. Dogs gave out, and we ate
harnesses, moccasins, and furs. Never a whimper; never a pick-me-up-and-carry-me.
Before we went she said look out for grub, but
when it happened, never a I-told-you-so. 'Never mind, Tommy,'
she'd say, day after day, that weak she could bare lift a snowshoe
and her feet raw with the work. 'Never mind. I'd sooner be
flat-bellied of hunger and be your woman, Tommy, than have a
potlach every day and be Chief George's klooch.' George was chief
of the Chilcoots, you know, and wanted her bad.
"Great days, those. Was a likely chap myself when I struck the
coast. Jumped a whaler, the Pole Star, at Unalaska, and worked my
way down to Sitka on an otter hunter. Picked up with Happy Jack
there--know him?"
"Had charge of my traps for me," Dick answered, "down on the
Columbia. Pretty wild, wasn't he, with a warm place in his heart
for whiskey and women?"
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