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But the time came when he leaned on it. Her own child, however, Mrs. Van Camp encouraged to a profession from the first. "Aleck isn't smart enough for business, but he may do something as a student," was Mrs. Van Camp's somewhat trying explanation; and Aleck did do something as a student. Extremely impatient with any exhibition of laziness, the mother demanded a good accounting of her son's time.
We won't want much, as we'll find plenty of meat along the way. We'll hit out before the camp's astir, so nobody'll know what's become of us." "How long will it take us to cross the Golden Crest?" Reynolds asked. "That depends upon many things. We might do it in three or four days by the way we're goin', or, again, it might take six months, an' mebbe longer.
Here I am again, BOTHERING you for M. Du Camp's address which you never gave me, although you forwarded a letter for me to him, and from WHOM I never thought of asking for it when I dined with him in Paris. I have just read his Forces Perdues; I promised to tell him my opinion and I am keeping my word. Write the address, then give it to the postman and thank you.
He said he wanted her to stay and live with him, but she wouldn't listen to it. She wanted to come home as soon as she possibly could. So she's coming he's coming with her, to 'start' her." T.O. fingered a letter in her hand in a nervous, undecided way, as if she were half inclined to read it to the other girl. It was not Emmeline Camp's brother's letter.
What went on outside the limits of the camp's snow-drifted horizon its dwellers knew not nor for the moment cared. Work was the only thought. With hastily constructed snow-plows roads had been broken among the tents and shacks as soon as the weather allowed, and afterward broad paths made to the working ground. The section of undug canal was now scraped bare.
Motte, and so did Charley, and so did Billy, although he didn't know exactly why. "Yes, sir, here I am, thanks to your ticket. And here's my wife, too. This is the gentleman who gave me the ticket from Panama, Mary." "Hooray!" cheered the ready miners. "How long have you been here?" asked Mr. Adams. "Two or three days. The camp's been mighty kind to us.
"The camp's all right!" "You'll see. It will out-boom the Klondyke." "Ha! How long have you been making the trip?" "Since August." The wild flame of enterprise sunk in the heart of the hearer. "Since August?" "No cash for steamers; we had a canoe. She went to pieces up by " The weak voice fell down into that deep gulf that yawns waiting for man's last word.
At the close of the day an anxious consultation took place in the big main room of Beetle Ring, and presently two men appeared outside. They walked slowly toward what had been the camp's storeroom, but halted before the door hesitatingly. "You go in ahead, Skid, and ask 'em," said Breem, earnestly, to his companion. "No, go ahead yourself, Pose.
They did not bark, but loped through the woods, which were the camp's latrines, as scavengers by day, and howled in unison at regular intervals by night; for there was a sort of horrible harmony in the performance, and when the tom-toms of the gamblers accompanied it on all sides, and the pounding of dancers' feet for in this enchanted land nobody ever seemed to go to bed the saturnalia was complete.
Presently a very good looking negro, in a handsome aide de camp's uniform, appeared, and, hat in hand, with all the grace in the world, ushered us into the presence of the Baron, who was lounging in a Spanish chair half asleep, but on hearing us announced he rose, and received us with great amenity.
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