He wanted Dawson to have its night, but, in his deeper processes never careless nor wanton, he saw to it that it was a night without accident.

And, like his olden nights, his ukase went forth that there should be no quarrelling nor fighting, offenders to be dealt with by him personally.

Nor did he have to deal with any.
Hundreds of devoted followers saw to it that the evilly disposed were rolled in the snow and hustled off to bed.

In the great world, where great captains of industry die, all wheels under their erstwhile management are stopped for a minute.
But in the Klondike, such was its hilarious sorrow at the departure of its captain, that for twenty-four hours no wheels revolved.

Even great Ophir, with its thousand men on the pay-roll, closed down.