I'm hongry for hear de axe in de woods an' de moose blow at sundown.

I want for see the camp-fire t'rough de brush w'en I come from trap de fox an' dem little wild fellers.

I want to smell smoke in de dusk.

My work she's finish here, so I'm paddle away to-day, an' I'll fin' dat place dis tam', for sure--she's over dere." He raised his long arm and pointed to the dim mountains that hid the valley of the Koyukuk, the valley that called good men and strong, year after year, and took them to itself, while in his face the trader saw the hunger of his race, the unslaked longing for the wilderness, the driving desire that led them ever North and West, and, seeing it, he knew the man would go.
"Have you heard the news from the creeks ?" "No." "Your claims are blanks; your men have quit." The Frenchman shook his head sadly, then smiled--a wistful little smile.
"Wal, it's better I lose dan you--or Necia; I ain' de lucky kin', dat's all; an', affer all, w'at good to me is riche gol'-mine?
I ain' got no use for money--any more." They stood in the doorway together, two rugged, stalwart figures, different in blood and birth and every other thing, yet brothers withal, whom the ebb and flow of the far places had thrown together and now drew apart again.

And they were sad, these two, for their love was deeper than comes to other people, and they knew this was farewell; so they remained thus side by side, two dumb, sorrowful men, until they were addressed by a person who hurried from the town.
He came as an apparition bearing the voice of "No Creek" Lee, the mining king, but in no other way showing sign or symbol of their old friend.