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Updated: June 17, 2025
And this, no tribute to the Colonel's generosity or the youth and friendly manners of the Boy. They knew the old squaw would have done just the same had the mucklucks and the mitts belonged to "the tramp of the Yukon," with nothing to barter and not a cent in his pocket. This, again, is a Siwash custom. The old squaw coughed and wiped her eyes. The children coughed in their sleep.
He dashed the tree down in front of Kaviak, and a sudden storm agitated its sturdy branches; it snowed about the floor, and the strange fruit whirled and spun in the blast. Kaviak clutched it, far too dazed to do more than stare. The Boy stamped the snow off his mucklucks on the threshold, and dashed his cap against the lintel, calling out: "Come in! come in! let the dogs fight it out."
"But Yorkey," he continued "wud not let me lie down. . . . God! how that man did put his fishts an' mucklucks tu me an' pushed an' shtaggered wid me' afther th' dogs, beggin' an' cursin' an' prayin' an' callin' me names that ud fairly make th' dead relations av a man rise up out av their graves. . . . Light-headed he got towards th' ind av th' thrail, poor chap! shoutin' dhrill-ordhers an' Injia naygur talk, an' singin' great songs an' chips av poethry th' half av which I misremimber excipt thim thim wurrds he said this night.
"Good-night, my son"; and he went downstairs with the others. "Colonel, you asleep?" the Boy asked softly. "No." He struggled in silence with his mucklucks. Presently, "Isn't it frightfully strange," he mused aloud. "Doesn't it pull a fella up by the roots, somehow, to see Americans on this old track?" The Colonel had the bedclothes drawn up to his eyes.
He wore a shirt that had once been white, a pair of trousers, one leg of which extended some six inches below the knee, the other as far above the knee of the other leg. Over his shoulders drooped a blanket of gaudy color. The guide's feet were clad in the mucklucks worn both in summer and winter. Taking him all in all, the man was a smile-producing combination.
Plainly out of patience, Kaviak would throw off the musk-rat coat, and run about in wet mucklucks and a single garment uphill, downhill, on important errands which he confided to no man. It is part of the sorcery of such days that men's thoughts, like birds', turn to other places, impatient of the haven that gave them shelter in rough weather overpast.
"Big white cross in middle" he laid down his pipe to personate the cross "here" indicating the other side "here Mother Aloysius and the Sisters." "I thought," says Mac, "we'd be hearing of a convent convenient." "Me help Father Brachet," observed Nicholas proudly. "Me show him boys how make traps, show him girls how make mucklucks."
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