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Her waist is small, and when she stand up, when she walk, or move her head or arm, it is  I do not know the word  but it is nice to look at, like  maybe I say she is built on lines like the lines of a good canoe, just like that, and when she move she is like the movement of the good canoe sliding through still water or leaping through water when it is white and fast and angry. It is very good to see. HER WAIST IS SMALL AND WHEN SHE STAND UP WHEN SHE WALK OR MOVE HER HEAD OR ARM IT IS I DO NOT KNOW THE WORD BUT IT IS NICE TO LOOK AT LIKE MAYBE I CAN SAY SHE IS BUILT ON LINES LIKE THE LINES OF A GOOD CANOE JUST LIKE THAT AND WHEN SHE MOVE SHE IS LIKE THE MOVEMENT OF THE GOOD CANOE SLIDING THROUGH STILL WATER OR LEAPING THROUGH WATER WHEN IT IS WHITE AND FAST AND ANGRY IT IS VERY GOOD TO SEE
t me, a hard laugh, but she is still much afraid. Also is she very tired. I run canoe through rapids to Lake Bennett. Water very bad, and woman cry out because she is afraid. We go down Lake Bennett, snow, ice, wind like a gale, but woman is very tired and go to sleep. "That night we make camp at Windy Arm. Woman sit by fire and eat supper. I look at her. She is pretty. She fix hair. There is much hair, and it is brown, also sometimes it is like gold in the firelight, when she turn her head, so, and flashes come from it like golden fire. The eyes are large and brown, sometimes warm like a candle behind a curtain, sometimes very hard and bright like broken ice when sun shines upon it. When she smile--how can I say?--when she smile I know white man like to kiss her, just like that, when she smile. She never do hard work. Her hands are soft, like baby's hand. She is soft all over, like baby. She is not thin, but round like baby; her arm, her leg, her muscles, all soft and round like baby. YOU COME KLONDIKE MUCH AFRAID I ASK SHE LAUGH AT ME A HARD LAUGH BUT SHE IS STILL MUCH AFRAID ALSO SHE IS VERY TIRED I RUN CANOE THROUGH RAPIDS TO LAKE BENNETT WATER VERY BAD AND WOMEN CRY OUT BECAUSE SHE IS AFRAID WE GO DOWN LIKE BENNETT SNOW ICE WIND LIKE A GALE BUT WOMAN IS VERY TIRED AND GO TO SLEEP THAT NIGHT WE CAMP AT WINDY ARM WOMAN SIT BY FIRE AND EAT SUPPER I LOOK AT HER SHE IS PRETTY SHE FIX HAIR THERE IS MUCH HAIR AND IT IS BROWN ALSO SOMETIMES IT IS LIKE GOLD IN THE FIRELIGHT WHEN SHE TURNS HER HEAD SOW AND FLASHES COME FROM IT LIKE GOLDEN FIRE THE EYES ARE LARGE AND BROWN SOMETIMES WARM LIKE A CANDLE BEHIND A CURTAIN SOMETIMES VERY HARD AND BRIGHT LIKE BROKEN ICE WHEN SUN SHINES UPON IT WHEN SHE SMILE HOW CAN I SAY WHEN SHE SMILE I KNOW WHITE MAN LIKE TO KISS HER JUST LIKE THAT WHEN SHE SMILE SHE NEVER DO HARD WORK HER HANDS ARE SOFT LIKE BABY'S HAND SHE IS SOFT ALL OVER LIKE BABY SHE IS NOT THIN BUT ROUND LIKE BABY HER ARM HER LEG HER MUSCLES ALL SOFT AND ROUND LIKE BABY
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