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'What for you come Klondike much afraid?' I ask. She laugh at 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. WHAT FOR 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
n I say? I do not want the woman, yet have I given my word that for one thousand dollars she can come. I am surprised. Maybe she make fun, too, so I say, 'Let me see thousand dollars.' And that woman, that young woman, all alone on the trail, there in the snow, she take out one thousand dollars, in greenbacks, and she put them in my hand. I look at money, I look at her. What can I say? I say, 'No, my canoe very small. There is no room for outfit.' She laugh. She says, 'I am great traveller. This is my outfit.' She kick one small pack in the snow. It is two fur robes, canvas outside, some woman's clothes inside. I pick it up. Maybe thirty-five pounds. I am surprised. She take it away from me. She says, 'Come, let us start.' She carries pack into canoe. What can I say? I put my blankets into canoe. We start. "And that is the way I saw the woman first time. The wind was fair. I put up small sail. The canoe went very fast, it flew like a bird over the high waves. The woman was much afraid.  ALL RIGHT SHE WILL GIVE ME ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS WHAT CAN I SAY I DO NOT WANT THE WOMAN YET I HAVE GIVEN MY WORD THAT FOR ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS SHE CAN COME I AM SURPRISED MAYBE SHE MAKE FUN TOO SO I SAY LET ME SEE THOUSAND DOLLARS AND THAT WOMAN THAT YOUNG WOMAN ALL ALONE ON THE TRAIL THERE IN THE SNOW SHE TAKES OUT ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN GREENBACKS AND SHE PUT THEM IN MY HAND I LOOK AT MONEY I LOOK AT HER WHAT CAN I SAY I SAY NO MY CANOE VERY SMALL THERE IS NO ROOM FOR OUTFIT SHE LAUGH SHE SAYS I AM GREAT TRAVELER THIS IS MY OUTFIT SHE KICK ONE SMALL PACK IN THE SNOW IT IS TWO FUR ROBES CANVAS OUTSIDE SOME WOMAN'S CLOTHES INSIDE I PICK IT UP MAYBE THIRTY FIVE POUNDS I AM SURPRISED SHE TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME SHE SAYS COME LET US START SHE CARRIES PACK INTO CANOE WHAT CAN I SAY I PUT MY BLANKETS INTO CANOE WE START AND THAT IS THE WAY I SAW THE WOMAN FIRST TIME THE WIND WAS FAIR I PUT UP SMALL SAIL THE CANOE WENT VERY FAST IT FLEW LIKE A BIRD OVER THE HIGH WAVES THE WOMAN WAS MUCH AFRAID
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