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Updated: September 22, 2025
In the course of a week a number of names had been suggested for the tiny bit of a stranger, but none could suit the taste of Jim. He waited still for a truant inspiration, and meanwhile "Skeezucks" came daily more and more into use among the men of Borealis. It was during this time that a parcel arrived at the cabin from the home of Miss Doc.
With tiny Skeezucks gravely looking backward at the group of men all waving their hats in a rough farewell, old Jim started proudly up the trail that led to the Babylonian Glory claim, with Tintoretto romping awkwardly at his heels. Suddenly, Webber, the blacksmith, left the groups and ran quickly after them up the slope. "Say, Jim," he said.
"I know," responded the blacksmith, squatting down before the anvil. "Little Skeezucks, who made you?" The quaint little fellow looked at the brawny man timidly. How pale, how wee he appeared in all that company, as he sat on the great lump of iron, solemnly winking his big, brown eyes and clinging to his make-shift of a doll! "Aw, say, give him something easy," said Lufkins.
What's that? Ye love us an' ye'd like to go along down to Aunt Liza's an' play with the children?" It was a clever ruse of Uncle Peabody, for Aunt Deel was softened by his interpretation of the dog's heart and she proposed: "Le's take him along with us poor dog! ayes!" Then Uncle Peabody shouted: "Jump right into the sleigh you ol' skeezucks! an' I'll cover ye up with a hoss blanket. Git in here.
"If the father came and took the little shaver, do you think he'd hide him 'round here in somebody's cabin?" The blacksmith said: "It don't seem as if you could have looked all over the house. He's such a little bit of a skeezucks." Keno told him how they had searched in every bunk, and how the milk was waiting on the table, and how the pup had escaped when some one opened the door.
"But the afternoon is the regular parliamentary time, and, anyway, little Skeezucks 'ain't had his breakfast, boys, and we want to be sure the shop is good and warm." "The boys is all waitin' fer to give three cheers," said the carpenter, "and we're goin' to surprise you with a Christmas song called 'Massa's in the Cole, Cole Ground." "Shut up!" said Bone; "you're givin' it all away.
It's got to be done with honor and glory to the camp, even if we have to take the kid away from Jim complete." "He found the little skeezucks, all the same," the blacksmith reminded them. "That counts for somethin'. He's got a right to keep him for a while, at least, unless the mother should heave into town." "Or the dad," added Lufkins. "Shoot the dad!" answered Bone.
That is, you fellers can, for little Skeezucks ain't a-feelin' right well to-day, and I reckon I'll stay close beside him till he spruces up." "What about your mine?" inquired Lufkins. "It ain't agoin' to run away," said the old philosopher, calmly. "I'll let it set there for a few more days, as long as I can't hang it up on the tree. It's just my little present to the boy, anyhow."
This much being soon made known, the three regarded their rights to the house, to little Skeezucks, and to Tintoretto as established. They secured the pup by two of his paws and his tail, and, with him thus in hand, employed him to assist in surrounding tiny Skeezucks, whom they promptly kissed and adopted. "Girls," said the father, mildly, "don't be rude."
But she worked on, her emotions, yearnings, and fears all rigorously knitted into the tiny mittens. "You'll let me wrap him up real warm?" she said. Jim knew her thoughts were all on little Skeezucks. "If you didn't do it, who would?" he asked, in a kindness of heart that set her pulse to faster beating. "But s'pose you don't git any job in Fremont," Bone inquired. "Will you let us know?"
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