"Of course I ain't going out." "Take the oath again, Daylight," the same voice cried.
"I sure will.

I first come over Chilcoot in '83.

I went out over the Pass in a fall blizzard, with a rag of a shirt and a cup of raw flour.
I got my grub-stake in Juneau that winter, and in the spring I went over the Pass once more.

And once more the famine drew me out.

Next spring I went in again, and I swore then that I'd never come out till I made my stake.