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He was a mere wobbling automaton, supported affectionately and precariously by his two business associates. They took the path down by the bank of the Yukon. Home did not lie that way, but the elusive idea did. Mucluc Charley giggled over the idea that he could not catch for the edification of Leclaire. They came to where Siskiyou Pearly's boat lay moored to the bank.
"New idea," he volunteered, "brand new idea. Jes' caught it no trouble at all. Came right up an' I patted it on the head. It's mine. 'Brien's drunk beashly drunk. Shame damn shame learn'm lesshon. Trash Pearly's boat. Put 'Brien in Pearly's boat. Casht off let her go down Yukon. 'Brien wake up in mornin'. Current too strong can't row boat 'gainst current mush walk back. Come back madder 'n hatter.
You an' me headin' for tall timber. Learn 'm lesshon jes' shame, learn 'm lesshon." Siskiyou Pearly's boat was empty, save for a pair of oars. Its gunwale rubbed against the bank alongside of O'Brien. They rolled him over into it. Mucluc Charley cast off the painter, and Leclaire shoved the boat out into the current. Then, exhausted by their labours, they lay down on the bank and slept.
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