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"It will sure be the gosh-dangdest stampede that ever was," Daylight chuckled, as he tried to vision the excited populations of Forty Mile and Circle City tumbling into poling-boats and racing the hundreds of miles up the Yukon; for he knew that his word would be unquestioningly accepted.
The Mono trail ran along the level creek-bed, and, less than two feet in width, was like a groove, walled on either side by the snowfall of months. The problem of how forty-odd sleds and three hundred dogs were to start in so narrow a course was in everybody's mind. "Huh!" said Shorty. "It's goin' to be the gosh-dangdest mix-up that ever was.
Say, we want a few, didn't we, Smoke, I don't mind tellin' you in confidence that before we started I was the gosh-dangdest scaredest man this side of the Rocky-Mountains. Now I'm a bear-eater. Come on an' we'll run that other boat through." Midway back, on foot, they encountered their employers, who had watched the passage from above. "There comes the fish-eaters," said Shorty.
It's what you call legitimate, and at the same time it's the gosh-dangdest gamble a man ever went into. How about planting minutes wholesale, and making two minutes grow where one minute grew before? Oh, yes, and planting a few trees, too say several million of them. You remember the quarry I made believe I was looking at? Well, I'm going to buy it.
He would recover from it, the scientific men said; and he did, ere the Bedford's anchor rumbled down in San Francisco Bay. It was the gosh-dangdest stampede I ever seen. A thousand dog-teams hittin' the ice. You couldn't see 'm fer smoke. Two white men an' a Swede froze to death that night, an' there was a dozen busted their lungs. But didn't I see with my own eyes the bottom of the water-hole?
"So I could preach the gosh-dangdest, eloquentest sermon on a text you may have hearn to wit: a fool an' his money." "Come in," they heard Dwight Sanderson yell irritably, when they knocked at his door, and they entered to find him squatted by a stone fireplace and pounding coffee wrapped in a piece of flour-sacking.
The Mono trail ran along the level creek-bed, and, less than two feet in width, was like a groove, walled on either side by the snow- fall of months. The problem of how forty-odd sleds and three hundred dogs were to start in so narrow a course was in everybody's mind. "Huh!" said Shorty. "It's goin' to be the gosh-dangdest mix-up that ever was.
Smoke, I don't mind tellin' you in confidence that before we started I was the gosh-dangdest scaredest man this side of the Rocky Mountains. Now I'm a bear-eater. Come on an' we'll run that other boat through." Midway back, on foot, they encountered their employers, who had watched the passage from above. "There comes the fish-eaters," said Shorty. "Keep to win'ward."
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