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Updated: May 11, 2025
You have your wife and your little girl, at least, and you're the sort who makes good." "You think so?" Guth looked up, grateful for the first word of encouragement he had heard. "It's a cinch! Only don't lose your courage." "I I'll do what's right by you, Mr. Folsom," declared the other. "I'll deed you a half interest in the Lulu." But Folsom shook his head. "I don't want it.
"'I'll do that, I replied, and just when I was getting the story fixed square, he interrupted me by saying 'One moment, Mr. Smooth; we are going to have a flounder breakfast it's the same old fellow you saw Uncle Jeff and Guth cooking yesterday morning, they've got him pretty well browned You must join us. "'Well, have no objection; but tell us, General, how is the missus?
Well, I wrote you everywhere, but I was in despair, for I thought you must be dead. Nobody knew what had become of you." "I got your message in Fairbanks." "You heard about the Lulu, eh? Gott! She's a dandy." "Yes. I can hardly believe it. So, you're rich. Well, I congratulate you, and now I can use that hundred." Guth chuckled. "Ha! You will have your joke, eh? But the Lulu is no joke.
A moment of pique with Lois, a broken piece of steel, a match, a momentary whim when Guth offered him payment. It was well that he did not know what part had been played by his quarrel with Harkness, that wet muk-luk, that vicious lead dog, and the storekeeper's wager. Folsom carried cord-wood to pay for a deck passage down river.
"I'm telling you right, old man; he's the luckiest Jew in the country. He let a lay to McCarthy and Olson, and they took out six hundred thousand dollars, after Christmas." "Guth offered me a half interest in the Lulu when his store burned and I turned it down. He's never paid me for that assessment work." The Nomeite was speechless with amazement. "The son-of-a-gun!" he said, finally.
Jeff, who walked in front with a drawn sword, wheezed, and Grandpapa grunted, and Dib said, 'Carry a steady hand, boys! and Guth said he would bear up his part, which was the tail part. Staggering along under the load, they brought forth in solemn procession the flounder, and after a good deal of bad diplomacy, laid him, like a stuffed whale, on the table.
Uncle Jeff's apron looked as if he did most of the greasy work, while Guth looked on and directed the turns now and then whispering a word to the French cook, who with sparkling eye, and oval olive face, and hair so glossy, black, and curly, was dexterously compounding a luscious sauce.
Guth pointed sadly into the smoldering ruins. "Go find it you're welcome to anything I have left. Gott! What a country! How can a man get ahead, with no insurance?" Folsom laughed mirthlessly. His hard luck was becoming amusing and he wondered how long it would last.
Guth, who at the moment commenced dredging in a little more pepper, and a little more butter, and a small sprinkling of salt, said they had been trying to cook this old fish for there was no knowing how many years, all to no purpose; but now that the arts of the very best French cook in the country had been secured he was sure to be done brown.
'He's of the right stripe a fillibuster cook! said Jeff, exultingly, as Guth gave the coals another stir. 'This is a Cuba flounder, interposed Guth. 'You see, Mr. Smooth, the General is exceedingly partial to this sort of flounder, but he doesn't understand the quality of dressing requisite to the cooking it he must be done with native sauce.
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