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"Have I not said that I ask questions no more? They pay me seven hundred and fifty dollars each month. They are my masters. I am their man. If they say, 'Charley, come, let us start for hell,' I will harness the dogs, and snap the whip, and start for hell. So I harness the dogs, and we start down the Yukon. HAVE I NOT SAID THAT I ASK QUESTIONS NO MORE THEY PAY ME SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS EACH MONTH THEY ARE MY MASTERS I AM THEIR MAN IF THEY SAY CHARLIE COME LET US START FOR HELL I WILL HARNESS THE DOGS AND SNAP THE WHIP AND START FOR HELL SO I HARNESS THE DOGS AND WE START DOWN THE YUKON
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. 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. "We limp into Circle City, and even I, Sitka Charley, am tired. It is Christmas Eve. I dance, drink, make a good time, for to-morrow is Christmas Day and we will rest. But no. It is five o'clock in the morning--Christmas morning. I am two hours asleep. The man stand by my bed. 'Come, Charley,' he says, 'harness the dogs. We start. 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 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 WE LIMP INTO CIRCLE CITY AND EVEN I SITKA CHARLIE AM TIRED IT IS CHRISTMAS EVE I DANCE DRINK MAKE A GOOD TIME FOR TO MORROW IS CHRISTMAS DAY AND WE WILL REST BUT NO IT IS FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING CHRISTMAS MORNING I AM TWO HOURS ASLEEP THE MAN STAND BY MY BED COME CHARLIE HE SAYS HARNESS THE DOGS WE START
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