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I just yearn to put him out of his misery, but I dassent. Of course he has his points everybody has; he's a game old rooster and he loves me. That's all that saves him." Phillips was greatly interested to learn that two men so unfitted for this life, this country, should have essayed the hardships of the Chilkoot trail. It amazed him to learn that already most of their outfit was at Linderman.
The pack weighed one hundred and twenty pounds, which fact was uttered back and forth in tones of awe. It was going some, Kit decided, and he wondered if he could lift such a weight, much less walk off with it. "Going to Lake Linderman with it, old man?" he asked. The Indian, swelling with pride, grunted an affirmative. "How much you make that one pack?" "Fifty dollar."
They're back in Dyea now, the whole works." The Countess Courteau exploded with a man's oath. Her face was purple; her eyes were blazing. "Danny Royal, Kirby's man, done it. Sam's gone on to Linderman to build a boat. I saw Danny curled up on the chief's ear while you were loading. After you'd gone him and the old pirate followed.
Linderman, a Philadelphia Democrat, but a gentleman familiar with the service. Under him the service was organized and made systematic. When I took charge of the Treasury Department there was no system of bookkeeping and accounting, that was uniform in the various customs houses of the country.
"If he puts all he's got on now, when it ain't lower than twenty above, what'll he do later on when it goes down to fifty and sixty below?" They lined the rough-made boat down the mountain torrent, nearly losing it a dozen times, and rowed across the south end of Lake Linderman in the thick of a fall blizzard.
Old Jerry ought to be in an institution some place where they've got wheel- chairs and a big market-garden. But he's plumb helpless, so I can't cut him loose and let him bleach his bones in a strange land. I haven't got the heart." They were resting at the Long Lake outlet, some time later, when the old man inquired: "I presume you've got a camp at Linderman, eh?" "No.
Already the weeding-out process had gone far and the citizens of Linderman were those who had survived it. The weak and the irresolute had disappeared long since; these fellows who labored so mightily to forestall the coming winter were the strong and the fit and the enduring the kind the North takes to herself. In spite of his light pack, Phillips' elderly trailmate was all but spent.
Bridges' burly proportions. "You're going to miss your alfalfa bed before I get you to Linderman." The Kid nodded seriously. "I know," said he. "Serves me right for quittin' a profession for a trade, but I got to look over this Dawson place. They say it's soft pickin'. Lucky is taking his stock in trade along, all three of 'em, so maybe we'll tear off a penny or two on the way."
Well, I say you're a ! How d'you know he was there? How d'you know he didn't steal that rice before he left, for that matter?" "I know he was in Linderman because I was with him." "With him? All night?" The speaker grinned insultingly. "Yes, all night. I slept in the same tent with him and " "Now I've got your number," the younger McCaskey cried, in triumph. "Bah!"
"But in the picture there are many sun-dogs, and it comes into my mind to call it 'The Sun- Dog Trail. It was a long time ago, seven years ago, the fall of '97, when I saw the woman first time. At Lake Linderman I had one canoe, very good Peterborough canoe. I came over Chilcoot Pass with two thousand letters for Dawson. I was letter carrier. Everybody rush to Klondike at that time.
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