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"They are like crazy people. All the time do they go on, and on. Why do they go on? I do not know. THEY ARE LIKE CRAZY PEOPLE ALL THE TIME DO THEY GO ON AND ON WHY DO THEY GO ON I DO NOT KNOW
es. Other people call him Mr. Girvan. I do not think that is his name. I do not think her name is Miss Girvan, which other people call her. I think nobody know their names. "One night I am asleep at Dawson. He wake me up. He says, 'Get the dogs ready; we start.' No more do I ask questions, so I get the dogs ready and we start. We go down the Yukon. It is night-time, it is November, and it is very cold--sixty-five below. She is soft. He is soft. The cold bites. They get tired. They cry under their breaths to themselves. By and by I say better we stop and make camp. But they say that they will go on. Three times I say better to make camp and rest, but each time they say they will go on. After that I say nothing. All the time, day after day, is it that way. They are very soft. They get stiff and sore. They do not understand moccasins, and their feet hurt very much. They limp, they stagger like drunken people, they cry under their breaths; and all the time they say, 'On! on! We will go on! NO MORE ONLY I THINK HIS NAME NOT JOHN JONES OTHER PEOPLE CALL HIM MISTER GIRVAN I DO NOT THINK THAT IS HIS NAME I DO NOT THINK HER NAME IS MISS GIRVAN WHICH OTHER PEOPLE CALL HER I THINK NOBODY KNOW THEIR NAMES ONE NIGHT I AM ASLEEP AT DAWSON HE WAKED ME UP HE SAYS GET THE DOGS READY WE START NO MORE DO I ASK QUESTIONS SO I GET THE DOGS READY AND WE START WE GO DOWN THE YUKON IT IS NIGHT TIME IT IS NOVEMBER AND IT IS VERY COLD SIXTY FIVE BELOW SHE IS SOFT HE IS SOFT THE COLD BITES THEY GET TIRED THEY CRY UNDER THEIR BREATHS TO THEMSELVES BY AND BY I SAY BETTER WE STOP AND MAKE CAMP BUT THEY SAY THAT THEY WILL GO ON THREE TIMES I SAY BETTER TO MAKE CAMP AND REST BUT EACH TIME THEY SAY THEY WILL GO ON AFTER THAT I SAY NOTHING ALL THE TIME DAY AFTER DAY IS IT THAT WAY THEY ARE VERY SOFT THEY GET STIFF AND SORE THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND MOCCASINS AND THEIR FEET HURT VERY MUCH THEY LIMP THEY STAGGER LIKE DRUNKEN PEOPLE THEY CRY UNDER THEIR BREATHS AND ALL THE TIME THEY SAY ON ON WE WILL GO ON
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