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"When we started out that day from the Big Chimney, we thought we'd be made if only we managed to reach Minóok." "Well, we've got what we came for each got a claim." "Oh, yes." "A good claim, too." "Guess so." "Don't you know the gold's there?" "Yes; but where are the miners? You and I don't propose to spend the next ten years in gettin' that gold out."
And Keith told a string of stories to show how the Minóok miners admired her astuteness, and helped her unblushingly to get the better of one another. The Colonel stayed in Minóok till the recording was all done, and McGinty got tired of living on flap-jacks at the gulch.
People did the oddest things. Down at the lower end of the town a couple of miners, sick of the scurvy, had painfully clambered on their roof whether to see the sights or be out of harm's way, no one knew. The stingiest man in Minóok, who had refused to help them in their cabin, carried them food on the roof. A woman made and took them the Yukon remedy for their disease.
The men before the cabin heard the ringing of his axe and smiled. Greenwich returned from across the island with the word that they were penned in. It was impossible to cross the back-channel. The blind Minook man began to sing, and the rest joined in with "Wonder if it's true? Does it seem so to you? Seems to me he's lying Oh, I wonder if it's true?"
So he puts a bullet into Austin." "Why didn't he own up, then, and get his reward?" "Muckluck knew better made him hold his tongue about it." "And then made him own up when she saw " The boy nodded. "What's goin' to happen?" "Oh, he'll swing to-morrow instead o' me. By the way, Colonel, a fella hunted me up this mornin' who'd been to Minóok. Looked good to him. I've sold out Idaho Bar."
He stood up and found himself opposite the contemplative face of the priest. "We have neglected you, my son. Come upstairs to my room." They went out, the old head bent, and full of thought; the young head high, and full of dreams. Oh, to reach this Minóok, where there was "plenty of gold, plenty of gold," before the spring floods brought thousands. What did any risk matter?
Suddenly she saw the Big Chap turn away, and, with his back to her, pretend to read the notice on the wall, written in charcoal on a great sheet of brown wrapping-paper: "MINÓOK, April 30. He had read so far when Maudie, having jumped down off the bar with her fists full of nuggets, and dodging her admirers, wormed her way to the Colonel.
A dizzy feeling came over him. He seemed to be running through some softly resisting medium like water no, like wine jelly. His heart was pounding up in his throat. "What if something's wrong, and I drop dead on the way to my mine? Well, Kentucky'll look after things." Maudie had caught up again, and here was Little Minóok at last!
Men talked themselves into a fever, others took fire, and the epidemic spread like some obscure nervous disease. Nobody slept, everybody drank and hurrahed, and said it was the greatest night in the history of Minóok. In the Gold Nugget saloon, crowded to suffocation, Pitcairn organized the new mining district, and named it the Idaho Bar. French Charlie and Keith had gone out late in the day.
She was still in the active world. But what did these things matter? Boats mattered: the place where the Klondykers were caught, this Minóok, mattered. And so did the place they wanted to reach Dawson mattered most of all. By the narrowed habit of long months, Dawson was the centre of the universe. More little boats going down, and still nothing going up. Men said gloomily: "We're done for!
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