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I had named it "The Last Turn," and I believed it to be one of the best things I had ever done. "There are no chips on the table," Sitka Charley explained. "The men are playing with markers. I HAD NAMED IT THE LAST TURN AND I BELIEVED IT TO BE ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAD EVER DONE THERE ARE NO CHIPS ON THE TABLE SITKA CHARLIE EXPLAINED THE MEN ARE PLAYING WITH MARKERS
t. You see a cabin. The window is lighted. You look through the window for one second, or for two seconds, you see something, and you go on your way. You saw maybe a man writing a letter. You saw something without beginning or end. Nothing happened. Yet it was a bit of life you saw. You remember it afterward. It is like a picture in your memory. The window is the frame of the picture." I could see that he was interested, and I knew that as I spoke he had looked through the window and seen the man writing the letter. "There is a picture you have painted that I understand," he said. "It is a true picture. It has much meaning. It is in your cabin at Dawson. It is a faro table. There are men playing. It is a large game. The limit is off." "How do you know the limit is off?" I broke in excitedly, for here was where my work could be tried out on an unbiassed judge who knew life only, and not art, and who was a sheer master of reality. Also, I was very proud of that particular piece of work.  OU ARE COMING ALONG THE TRAIL IT IS NIGHT YOU SEE A CABIN THE WINDOW IS LIGHTED YOU LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW FOR ONE SECOND OR FOR TWO SECONDS YOU SEE SOMETHING AND YOU GO ON YOUR WAY YOU SAW MAYBE A MAN WRITING A LETTER YOU SAW SOMETHING WITHOUT BEGINNING OR END NOTHING HAPPENED YET IT WAS A BIT OF LIFE YOU SAW YOU REMEMBER IT AFTERWARD IT IS LIKE A PICTURE IN YOUR MEMORY THE WINDOW IS THE FRAME OF THE PICTURE I COULD SEE THAT HE WAS INTERESTED AND I KNEW THAT AS I SPOKE HE HAD LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SEEN THE MAN WRITING THE LETTER THERE IS A PICTURE YOU HAVE PAINTED THAT I UNDERSTAND HE SAID IT IS A TRUE PICTURE IT HAS MUCH MEANING IT IS IN YOUR CABIN AT DAWSON IT IS A FARO TABLE THERE ARE MEN PLAYING IT IS A LARGE GAME THE LIMIT IS OFF HOW DO YOU KNOW THE LIMIT IS OFF I BROKE IN EXCITEDLY FOR HERE WAS WHERE MY WORK COULD BE TRIED OUT ON AN UNBIASED JUDGE WHO KNEW LIFE ONLY AND NOT ART AND WHO WAS A SHEER MASTER OF REALITY ALSO I WAS VERY PROUD OF THAT PARTICULAR PIECE OF WORK 
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