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"You have painted many pictures in the telling," I said. "Ay," he nodded his head. YOU HAVE PAINTED MANY PICTURES IN THE TELLING I SAID AY HE NODDED HIS HEAD
ne day and a half. Then she wake up and go to sleep again. The man sleep two days and wake up and go to sleep again. After that we go down to the coast at St. Michaels. And when the ice goes out of Bering Sea, the man and woman go away on a steamship. But first they pay me my seven hundred and fifty dollars a month. Also, they make me a present of one thousand dollars. And that was the year that Sitka Charley gave much money to the Mission at Holy Cross." "But why did they kill the man?" I asked. Sitka Charley delayed reply until he had lighted his pipe. He glanced at the _Police Gazette_ illustration and nodded his head at it familiarly. Then he said, speaking slowly and ponderingly: "I have thought much. I do not know. It is something that happened. It is a picture I remember. It is like looking in at the window and seeing the man writing a letter. They came into my life and they went out of my life, and the picture is as I have said, without beginning, the end without understanding. Y TAKE THE FOOD THE WOMAN SLEEP ONE DAY AND A HALF THEN SHE WAKE UP AND GO TO SLEEP AGAIN THE MAN SLEEP TWO DAYS AND WAKE UP AND GO TO SLEEP AGAIN AFTER THAT WE GO DOWN TO THE COAST AT SAINT MICHAEL'S AND WHEN THE ICE GOES OUT OF BERYING SEA THE MAN AND WOMAN GO AWAY ON A STEAMSHIP BUT FIRST THEY PAY ME MY SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS A MONTH ALSO THEY MAKE ME A PRESENT OF ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS AND THAT WAS THE YEAR THAT SITKA CHARLIE GAVE MUCH MONEY TO THE MISSION AT HOLY CROSS BUT WHY DID THEY KILL THE MAN I ASKED SITKA CHARLIE DELAYED REPLY UNTIL HE HAD LIGHTED HIS PIPE HE GLANCED AT THE POLICE GAZETTE ILLUSTRATION AND NODDED HIS HEAD AT IT FAMILIARLY THEN HE SAID SPEAKING SLOWLY AND PONDERING I HAVE THOUGHT MUCH I DO NOT KNOW IT IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED IT IS A PICTURE I REMEMBER IT IS LIKE LOOKING IN AT THE WINDOW AND SEEING THE MAN WRITING A LETTER THEY CAME INTO MY LIFE AND THEY WENT OUT OF MY LIFE AND THE PICTURE IS AS I HAVE SAID WITHOUT BEGINNING AND WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
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