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The dogs had been fed, the supper dishes washed, the beds made, and we were now enjoying that most delicious hour that comes each day, and but once each day, on the Alaskan trail, the hour when nothing intervenes between the tired body and bed save the smoking of the evening pipe. THE DOGS HAD BEEN FED THE SUPPER DISHES WASHED THE BEDS MADE AND WE WERE NOW ENJOYING THAT MOST DELICIOUS HOUR THAT COMES EACH DAY AND BUT ONCE EACH DAY ON THE ALASKAN TRAIL THE HOUR WHEN NOTHING INTERVENES BETWEEN THE TIRED BODY AND BED SAVE THE SMOKING OF THE EVENING PIPE
im. He cut sharply across the curve of the trail and was gone. THE SUN-DOG TRAIL Sitka Charley smoked his pipe and gazed thoughtfully at the _Police Gazette_ illustration on the wall. For half an hour he had been steadily regarding it, and for half an hour I had been slyly watching him. Something was going on in that mind of his, and, whatever it was, I knew it was well worth knowing. He had lived life, and seen things, and performed that prodigy of prodigies, namely, the turning of his back upon his own people, and, in so far as it was possible for an Indian, becoming a white man even in his mental processes. As he phrased it himself, he had come into the warm, sat among us, by our fires, and become one of us. He had never learned to read nor write, but his vocabulary was remarkable, and more remarkable still was the completeness with which he had assumed the white man's point of view, the white man's attitude toward things. We had struck this deserted cabin after a hard day on trail. ON FROM LOVE OF LIFE AND OTHER STORIES READ BY JOHN TAYLOR SOUTHEAST MISSOURI DECEMBER TWO THOUSAND SIX SITKA CHARLIE SMOKED HIS PIPE AND GAZED THOUGHTFULLY AT THE POLICE GAZETTE ILLUSTRATION ON THE WALL FOR HALF AN HOUR HE HAD BEEN STEADILY REGARDING IT AND FOR HALF AN HOUR I HAD BEEN SLYLY WATCHING HIM SOMETHING ELSE WAS GOING ON IN THAT MIND OF HIS AND WHATEVER IT WAS I KNEW IT WAS WELL WORTH KNOWING HE HAD LIVED LIFE AND SEEN THINGS AND PERFORMED THAT PRODIGY OF PRODIGIES NAMELY THE TURNING OF HIS BACK ON HIS OWN PEOPLE AND IN SO FAR AS IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR AN INDIAN BECOMING A WHITE MAN EVEN IN HIS MENTAL PROCESSES AS HE PHRASED IT HIMSELF HE HAD COME INTO THE WARM SAT AMONG US BY OUR FIRES AND BECOME ONE OF US HE HAD NEVER LEARNED TO READ NOR WRITE BUT HIS VOCABULARY WAS REMARKABLE AND MORE REMARKABLE STILL WAS THE COMPLETENESS WITH WHICH HE HAD ASSUMED THE WHITE MAN'S POINT OF VIEW THE WHITE MAN'S ATTITUDE TOWARDS THINGS WE HAD STRUCK THIS DESERTED CABIN AFTER A HARD DAY ON TRAIL
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