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Also, the man freezes his thumb till the end is like to come off, and he must wear a large thumb on his mitten to keep it warm. And sometimes, when the frost bites hard and the thumb is very cold, he must take off the mitten and put the hand between his legs next to the skin, so that the thumb may get warm again. ALSO THE MAN FREEZES HIS THUMB TILL THE END IS LIKE TO COME OFF AND HE MUST WEAR A LARGE THUMB ON HIS MITTEN TO KEEP IT WARM AND SOMETIMES WHEN THE FROST BITES HARD AND THE THUMB IS VERY COLD HE MUST TAKE OFF THE MITTEN AND PUT THE HAND BETWEEN HIS LEGS NEXT TO THE SKIN SO THAT THE THUMB MAY GET WARM AGAIN
n, 'let us go on.' And we go on. We leave the Yukon. We cross the divide to the west and swing down into the Tanana Country. There are new diggings there. But that for which they look is not there, and we take the back trail to Circle City. "It is a hard journey. December is most gone. The days are short. It is very cold. One morning it is seventy below zero. 'Better that we don't travel to-day,' I say, 'else will the frost be unwarmed in the breathing and bite all the edges of our lungs. After that we will have bad cough, and maybe next spring will come pneumonia.' But they are _checha-quo_. They do not understand the trail. They are like dead people they are so tired, but they say, 'Let us go on.' We go on. The frost bites their lungs, and they get the dry cough. They cough till the tears run down their cheeks. When bacon is frying they must run away from the fire and cough half an hour in the snow. They freeze their cheeks a little bit, so that the skin turns black and is very sore. DAY DO WE REST COME SAYS THE WOMAN TO THE MAN LET US GO ON AND WE GO ON WE LEAVE THE YUKON WE CROSS THE DIVIDE TO THE WEST AND SWING DOWN INTO TANANA COUNTRY THERE ARE NEW DIGGINGS THERE BUT THAT FOR WHICH THEY LOOK IS NOT THERE AND WE TAKE THE BACK TRAIL TO CIRCLE CITY IT IS A HARD JOURNEY DECEMBER IS MOST GONE THE DAYS ARE SHORT IT IS VERY COLD ONE MORNING IT IS SEVENTY BELOW ZERO BETTER THAT WE DON'T TRAVEL TO DAY I SAY ELSE WILL THE FROST BE UNWARMED IN THE BREATHING AND BITE ALL THE EDGES OF OUR LUNGS AFTER THAT WE WILL HAVE BAD COUGH AND MAYBE NEXT SPRING WILL COME PNEUMONIA BUT THEY ARE CHECK A QUO THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE TRAIL THEY ARE LIKE DEAD PEOPLE THEY ARE SO TIRED BUT THEY SAY LET US GO ON WE GO ON THE FROST BITES THEIR LUNGS AND THEY GET THE DRY COUGH THEY COUGH TILL THE TEARS RUN DOWN THEIR CHEEKS WHEN BACON IS FRYING THEY MUST RUN AWAY FROM THE FIRE AND COUGH HALF AN HOUR IN THE SNOW THEY FREEZE THEIR CHEEKS A LITTLE BIT SO THAT THE SKIN TURNS BLACK AND IS VERY SORE
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