"Mebbe you think I ain't ben smellin'.

I've clean wore my dogs out chasin' round from Klondike City to the Hospital.

Can't git yer fingers on it fer love or money." They walked down the block-long sidewalk, past the warehouse doors and the long teams of waiting huskies curled up in wolfish comfort in the snow.

It was for this snow, the first permanent one of the fall, that the miners up-creek had waited to begin their freighting.
"Curious, ain't it ?" Dave hazarded suggestively, as they crossed the main street to the river bank.

"Mighty curious--me ownin' two five-hundred-foot Eldorado claims an' a fraction, wuth five millions if I'm wuth a cent, an' no sweetenin' fer my coffee or mush! Why, gosh-dang-it! this country kin go to blazes! I'll sell out! I'll quit it cold! I'll--I'll--go back to the States!" "Oh, no, you won't," Jacob Welse answered.