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Updated: May 8, 2025
"An' I'll stay an' be eaten." "But I'm going to take one fish each for the dogs," Smoke explained, "and one meal for myself." "An' you'll sure need it if you make Mucluc to-morrow night." Smoke, through the medium of Carluk, stated the program. "Make fires, long fires, plenty fires," he concluded. "Plenty Boston man stop Mucluc. Boston man much good. Boston man plenty grub.
He is all right and is going to be best man. About them eggs. They come into the country four years back. They was bad when they come in. They was bad when they left California. They always was bad. They stopped at Carluk one winter, and one winter at Nutlik, and last winter at Forty Mile, where they was sold for storage. And this winter I guess they stop at Dawson. Don't keep them in a hot room.
"Me Carluk. Me good Siwash. Me savvy Boston man plenty. Me plenty hungry. All people plenty hungry. All people no savvy Boston man. Me savvy. Me eat grub now. All people eat grub now. We buy 'm grub. Got 'm plenty gold. No got 'm grub. Summer, salmon no come Milk River. Winter, caribou no come. No grub. Me make 'm talk all people. Me tell 'em plenty Boston man come Yukon.
"Me buy 'm grub," Carluk said, as he got the pouch open and drew out a large chunk of heavy metal. Others were following his example, and on every side appeared similar chunks. Shorty stared. "Great Jeminey!" he cried. "Copper! Raw, red copper! An' they think it's gold!" "Him gold," Carluk assured them confidently, his quick comprehension having caught the gist of Shorty's exclamation.
Carluk turned and addressed the wailing women. Other bucks, listening, raised their voices authoritatively, and slowly the squaws stilled, and quieted the children near to them. Carluk paused from fumbling the draw-string and held up his fingers many times. "Him people make 'm die," he said. And Smoke, following the count, knew that seventy-five of the tribe had starved to death.
Five sleeps I come back plenty grub. This man, his name Shorty, very good friend of mine. He stop here. He big boss savvy?" Carluk nodded and interpreted. "All grub stop here. Shorty, he give 'm grub. He boss savvy?" Carluk interpreted, and nods and guttural cries of agreement proceeded from the men. Smoke remained and managed until the full swing of the arrangement was under way.
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