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Updated: June 14, 2025
With easy traveling they made such time as enabled them to cross through the narrow gash cut in the divide by some glacial offshoot when the Klappan Range was young before the sun, a ball of molten fire, heaved up from behind the far mountain chain.
Am sending this out by Jake. Will start for the Klappan about day after to-morrow. She had not answered his first letter. She had tried to. But somehow when she tried to set pen to paper the right words would not come. She lacked his facility of expression. There was so much she wanted to say, so little she seemed able to say.
It was very pleasant to loaf along a passable road mounted on a light-footed horse, and Hazel enjoyed it if for no more than the striking contrast to that terrible journey in and out of the Klappan. Here were no heartbreaking mountains to scale. The scourge of flies was well-nigh past.
She followed him out into the hall, and, as he wriggled into his coat, she had an impulse to throw her arms around his neck and declare, in all sincerity, that she would go to the Klappan or to the north pole or any place on earth with him, if he wanted her.
"I have to go to the Klappan," Bill apprised his wife one evening. "Want to come along?" Hazel hesitated. Her first instinctive feeling was one of reluctance to retrace that nerve-trying trail. But neither did she wish to be separated from him. "I see you don't," he observed dryly. "Well, I can't say that I blame you. It's a stiff trip.
There is still gold in the Klappan Range and other corners of the North, whenever I need it. But it nauseated me. I can't stand that cutthroat game. And Granville, like most other cities of its kind, lives by and for that sort of thing. The pressure of modern life makes it inevitable. Anyway, a town is no place for me. I can stomach it about so long, and no longer.
This all cut and dried before I got there. Now, as it originally stood, the five of us would each have made a small fortune on these Klappan claims. They're good. But with a quarter of a million in outstanding stock well, it would be all right for the fellow with a big block. But you can see where I would get off with a five-thousand-dollar interest.
Brought to it by a kindlier road, Hazel would have found that nook in the Klappan Range a pleasant enough place. She could not deny its beauty.
Those weary months in the Klappan Range had filled her with the subtle poison of discontent, for which she felt that new scenes and new faces would prove the only antidote. "There's a wagon road to Fort George," he told her. "We could go in there by the B. X. steamers, but I'm afraid we couldn't buy an outfit to go on. I guess a pack outfit from the end of the stage line will be about right."
For the first time since the summit of the Klappan Range, where her tiny hand glass had suffered disaster, Hazel was permitted a clear view of herself in a mirror. "I'm a perfect fright!" she mourned. "Huh!" Bill grunted. "You're all right. Look at me." The trail had dealt hardly with both, in the matter of their personal appearance.
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