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The strange woman spoke in firm, even tones which betokened the will behind, but which failed to move How-ha. "Much better you go," she repeated, stolidly. "Here, take this to Frona Welse, and ah! would you!" How-ha scowled, but took the note; for she could not shake off the grip of the ten years of servitude to the superior race. May I see you? So the note ran.
"All ready, Miss Welse, though I'm sorry we can't spare one of the steamer's boats." Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer's side. "We're so busy," he explained, "and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least " "I understand," she interrupted, "and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable.
Ten years previous she had cooked for Jacob Welse, and served him in one fashion or another ever since; and when on a dreary January morning she opened the front door in response to the deep-tongued knocker, even her stolid presence was shaken as she recognized the visitor. Not that the average man or woman would have so recognized.
From both sides came the Wanderlust of the blood, the fever to be moving, to be pushing on to the edge of things. In the first year of his life, ere he had learned the way of his legs, Jacob Welse had wandered a-horse through a thousand miles of wilderness, and wintered in a hunting-lodge on the head-waters of the Red River of the North.
You're doin' all right; but, but, you are are " "Just what I was before you knew who I was. Now you go on rowing, that's your share of the work; and I'll take care of mine." "Oh, you'll do!" he murmured ecstatically, bending afresh to the oars. "And Jacob Welse is your old man? I oughter 'a known it, sure!"
The blazing sunlight on the beetling black; a slender gray form, radiant, starting forward to the vision from the marge where light and darkness met; a fresh young morning smile wreathed in a flame of burning gold. It was a picture he looked at often, and the more he looked the greater was his desire, to see Frona Welse again.
She liked him for himself, for that something which refused to stand out as a part, or a sum of parts; for that something which is the corner-stone of Faith and which has ever baffled Philosophy and Science. And further, to like, with Frona Welse, did not mean to love. First, and above all, Vance Corliss was drawn to Frona Welse because of the clamor within him for a return to the soil.
"If they could only make it once, they would understand, and then it would go like clock-work. Ah! Would you? Go on! Chook, Miriam! Chook! The thing is to get the first one across." Jacob Welse finally succeeded in getting Miriam, lead-dog to Frona's team, to take the trail left by him and the baron.
A couple of days later, Jacob Welse and Frona arrived from a hazardous trip out of White River, and pitched tent on the high ground at the upper end of Split-up. A few chechaquos, the first of the spring rush, strung in exhausted and went into camp against the breaking of the river.
Jacob Welse glanced over it and looked up coolly. "One thousand pounds of grub." "That's what I say, but that fellow you've got in the warehouse says no, five hundred's all it's good for." "He spoke the truth." "But " "It stands for one thousand pounds, but in the warehouse it is only good for five hundred." "That your signature?" thrusting the receipt again into the other's line of vision.
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