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I was letter carrier. Everybody rush to Klondike at that time. Many people on trail. Many people chop down trees and make boats. I WAS LETTER CARRIER EVERYBODY RUSHED TO KLONDIKE AT THAT TIME MANY PEOPLE ON TRAIL MANY PEOPLE CHOP DOWN TREES AND MAKE BOATS
 eyes. I have looked at them like through the window at the man writing the letter. I have seen many pieces of life, without beginning, without end, without understanding." With a sudden change of position he turned his eyes full upon me and regarded me thoughtfully. "Look you," he said; "you are a painter-man. How would you paint this which I saw, a picture without beginning, the ending of which I do not understand, a piece of life with the northern lights for a candle and Alaska for a frame." "It is a large canvas," I murmured. But he ignored me, for the picture he had in mind was before his eyes and he was seeing it. "There are many names for this picture," he said. "But in the picture there are many sun-dogs, and it comes into my mind to call it 'The Sun-Dog Trail.' It was a long time ago, seven years ago, the fall of '97, when I saw the woman first time. At Lake Linderman I had one canoe, very good Peterborough canoe. I came over Chilcoot Pass with two thousand letters for Dawson. THEM LIKE THROUGH THE WINDOW AT THE MAN WRITING THE LETTER I HAVE SEEN MANY PIECES OF LIFE WITHOUT BEGINNING WITHOUT END WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING WITH A SUDDEN CHANGE OF POSITION HE TURNED HIS EYES FULL UPON ME AND REGARDED ME THOUGHTFULLY LOOK YOU HE SAID YOU ARE A PAINTER MAN HOW WOULD YOU PAINT THIS WHICH I SAW A PICTURE WITHOUT BEGINNING THE ENDING OF WHICH I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A PIECE OF LIFE WITH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS FOR A CANDLE AND ALASKA FOR A FRAME IT IS A LARGE CANVAS I MURMURED BUT HE IGNORED ME FOR THE PICTURE HE HAD IN MIND WAS BEFORE HIS EYES AND HE WAS SEEING IT THERE ARE MANY NAMES FOR THIS PICTURE HE SAID BUT IN THE PICTURE THERE ARE MANY SUN DOGS AND IT COMES INTO MY MIND TO CALL IT THE SUN DOG TRAIL IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO SEVEN YEARS AGO THE FALL OF NINETY SEVEN WHEN I SAW THE WOMAN FIRST TIME AT LAKE LINDERMAN I HAD ONE CANOE VERY GOOD PETERBOROUGH CANOE I CAME OVER CHILCOOT PASS WITH GOOD PETERBOROUGH CANOE I CAME OVER CHILCOOT PASS WITH TWO THOUSAND LETTERS FOR DAWSON
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