It's sixty-two below now, and still goin' down.

Better wait till she breaks." Daylight laughed, and the old sour-doughs around him laughed.
"Just like you short-horns," Bettles cried, "afeard of a little frost.
And blamed little you know Daylight, if you think frost kin stop 'm." "Freeze his lungs if he travels in it," was the reply.
"Freeze pap and lollypop! Look here, Hines, you only ben in this here country three years.

You ain't seasoned yet.

I've seen Daylight do fifty miles up on the Koyokuk on a day when the thermometer busted at seventy-two." Hines shook his head dolefully.
"Them's the kind that does freeze their lungs," he lamented.

"If Daylight pulls out before this snap breaks, he'll never get through--an' him travelin' without tent or fly." "It's a thousand miles to Dyea," Bettles announced, climbing on the chair and supporting his swaying body by an arm passed around Daylight's neck.