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coast wondered about him eight years ago。 Sort of mysterious; you

know。 He came down out of the North in the dead of winter; many a

thousand miles from here; skirting Bering Sea and traveling as

though the devil were after him。 No one ever learned where he came

from; but he must have come far。 He was badly travel…worn when he

got food from the Swedish missionary on Golovin Bay and asked the

way south。 We heard of all this afterward。 Then he abandoned the shore

line; heading right across Norton Sound。 Terrible weather;

snowstorms and high winds; but he pulled through where a thousand

other men would have died; missing St。 Michaels and making the land at

Pastilik。 He'd lost all but two dogs; and was nearly gone with

starvation。

  'He was so anxious to go on that Father Roubeau fitted him out

with grub; but he couldn't let him have any dogs; for he was only

waiting my arrival; to go on a trip himself。 Mr。 Ulysses knew too much

to start on without animals; and fretted around for several days。 He

had on his sled a bunch of beautifully cured otter skins; sea

otters; you know; worth their weight in gold。 There was also at

Pastilik an old Shylock of a Russian trader; who had dogs to kill。

Well; they didn't dicker very long; but when the Strange One headed

south again; it was in the rear of a spanking dog team。 Mr。 Shylock;

by the way; had the otter skins。 I saw them; and they were

magnificent。 We figured it up and found the dogs brought him at

least five hundred apiece。 And it wasn't as if the Strange One

didn't know the value of sea otter; he was an Indian of some sort; and

what little he talked showed he'd been among white men。

  'After the ice passed out of the sea; word came up from Nunivak

Island that he'd gone in there for grub。 Then he dropped from sight;

and this is the first heard of him in eight years。 Now where did he

come from? and what was he doing there? and why did he come from

there? He's Indian; he's been nobody knows where; and he's had

discipline; which is unusual for an Indian。 Another mystery of the

North for you to solve; Prince。'

  'Thanks awfully; but I've got too many on hand as it is;' he

replied。

  Malemute Kid was already breathing heavily; but the young mining

engineer gazed straight up through the thick darkness; waiting for the

strange orgasm which stirred his blood to die away。 And when he did

sleep; his brain worked on; and for the nonce he; too; wandered

through the white unknown; struggled with the dogs on endless

trails; and saw men live; and toil; and die like men。



  The next morning; hours before daylight; the dog drivers and

policemen pulled out for Dawson。 But the powers that saw to Her

Majesty's interests and ruled the destinies of her lesser creatures

gave the mailmen little rest; for a week later they appeared at Stuart

River; heavily burdened with letters for Salt Water。 However; their

dogs had been replaced by fresh ones; but; then; they were dogs。

  The men had expected some sort of a layover in which to rest up;

besides; this Klondike was a new section of the Northland; and they

had wished to see a little something of the Golden City where dust

flowed like water and dance halls rang with never…ending revelry。

But they dried their socks and smoked their evening pipes with much

the same gusto as on their former visit; though one or two bold

spirits speculated on desertion and the possibility of crossing the

unexplored Rockies to the east; and thence; by the Mackenzie Valley;

of gaining their old stamping grounds in the Chippewyan country。 Two

or three even decided to return to their homes by that route when

their terms of service had expired; and they began to lay plans

forthwith; looking forward to the hazardous undertaking in much the

same way a city…bred man would to a day's holiday in the woods。

  He of the Otter Skins seemed very restless; though he took little

interest in the discussion; and at last he drew Malemute Kid to one

side and talked for some time in low tones。 Prince cast curious eyes

in their direction; and the mystery deepened when they put on caps and

mittens and went outside。 When they returned; Malemute Kid placed

his gold scales on the table; weighed out the matter of sixty

ounces; and transferred them to the Strange One's sack。 Then the chief

of the dog drivers joined the conclave; and certain business was

transacted with him。 The next day the gang went on upriver; but He

of the Otter Skins took several pounds of grub and turned his steps

back toward Dawson。

  'Didn't know what to make of it;' said Malemute Kid in response to

Prince's queries; 'but the poor beggar wanted to be quit of the

service for some reason or other… at least it seemed a most

important one to him; though he wouldn't let on what。 You see; it's

just like the army: he signed for two years; and the only way to get

free was to buy himself out。 He couldn't desert and then stay here;

and he was just wild to remain in the country。 Made up his mind when

he got to Dawson; he said; but no one knew him; hadn't a cent; and I

was the only one he'd spoken two words with。 So he talked it over with

the lieutenant…governor; and made arrangements in case he could get

the money from me… loan; you know。 Said he'd pay back in the year;

and; if I wanted; would put me onto something rich。 Never'd seen it;

but he knew it was rich。

  'And talk! why; when he got me outside he was ready to weep。

Begged and pleaded; got down in the snow to me till I hauled him out

of it。 Palavered around like a crazy man。 Swore he's worked to this

very end for years and years; and couldn't bear to be disappointed

now。 Asked him what end; but he wouldn't say。 Said they might keep him

on the other half of the trail and he wouldn't get to Dawson in two

years; and then it would be too late。 Never saw a man take on so in my

life。 And when I said I'd let him have it; had to yank him out of

the snow again。 Told him to consider it in the light of a grubstake。

Think he'd have it? No sir! Swore he'd give me all he found; make me

rich beyond the dreams of avarice; and all such stuff。 Now a man who

puts his life and time against a grubstake ordinarily finds it hard

enough to turn over half of what he finds。 Something behind all

this; Prince; just you make a note of it。 We'll hear of him if he

stays in the country…'

  'And if he doesn't?'

  'Then my good nature gets a shock; and I'm sixty some odd ounces

out。'



  The cold weather had come on with the long nights; and the sun had

begun to play his ancient game of peekaboo along the southern snow

line ere aught was heard of Malemute Kid's grubstake。 And then; one

bleak morning in early January; a heavily laden dog train pulled

into his cabin below Stuart River。 He of the Otter Skins was there;

and with him walked a man such as the gods have almost forgotten how

to fashion。 Men never talked of luck and pluck and five…hundred…dollar

dirt without bringing in the name of Axel Gunderson; nor could tales

of nerve or strength or daring pass up and down the campfire without

the summoning of his presence。 And when the conversation flagged; it

blazed anew at mention of the woman who shared his fortunes。

  As has been noted; in the making of Axel Gunderson the gods had

remembered their old…time cunning and cast him after the manner of men

who were born when the world was young。 Full seven feet he towered

in his picturesque costume which marked a king of Eldorado。 His chest;

neck; and limbs were those of a giant。 To bear his three hundred

pounds of bone and muscle; his snowshoes were greater by a generous

yard than those of other men。 Rough…hewn; with rugged brow and massive

jaw and unflinching eyes of palest blue; his face told the tale of one

who knew but the law of might。 Of the yellow of ripe corn silk; his

frost…incrusted hair swept like day across the night and fell far down

his coat of bearskin。 A vague tradition of the sea seemed to cling

about

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