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I say that I make too much money carrying letters. She says, 'Charley, I will pay you more money.' I SAY THAT I MAKE TOO MUCH MONEY CARRYING LETTERS SHE SAYS CHARLIE I WILL PAY YOU MORE MONEY
ice in the stream. I cannot paddle. The canoe freeze to ice. I cannot get to shore. There is much danger. All the time we go down Yukon in the ice. That night there is much noise of ice. Then ice stop, canoe stop, everything stop. 'Let us go to shore,' the woman says. I say no, better wait. By and by, everything start down-stream again. There is much snow. I cannot see. At eleven o'clock at night, everything stop. At one o'clock everything start again. At three o'clock everything stop. Canoe is smashed like eggshell, but is on top of ice and cannot sink. I hear dogs howling. We wait. We sleep. By and by morning come. There is no more snow. It is the freeze-up, and there is Dawson. Canoe smash and stop right at Dawson. Sitka Charley has come in with two thousand letters on very last water. "The woman rent a cabin on the hill, and for one week I see her no more. Then, one day, she come to me. 'Charley,' she says, 'how do you like to work for me? You drive dogs, make camp, travel with me. O DAWSON VERY BAD SHORE ICE IN ALL THE EDDIES MUSH ICE IN THE STREAM I CANNOT PADDLE THE CANOE FREEZES TO ICE I CANNOT GET TO SHORE THERE IS MUCH DANGER ALL THE TIME WE GO DOWN YUKON IN THE ICE THAT NIGHT THERE IS MUCH NOISE OF ICE THEN I STOP CANOE STOP EVERYTHING STOP LET US GO TO SHORE THE WOMAN SAYS I SAY NO BETTER WAIT BY AND BY EVERYTHING START DOWN STREAM AGAIN THERE IS MUCH SNOW I CANNOT SEE AT ELEVEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT EVERYTHING STOP AT ONE O'CLOCK EVERYTHING START AGAIN AT THREE O'CLOCK EVERYTHING STOP CANOE IS SMASHED LIKE EGGSHELL BUT IS ON TOP OF ICE AND CANNOT SINK I HEAR DOGS HOWLING WE WAIT WE SLEEP BY AND BY MORNING COME THERE IS NO MORE SNOW IT IS THE FREEZE UP AND THERE IS DAWSON CANOE SMASH AND STOP RIGHT AT DAWSON SITKA CHARLIE HAS COME IN WITH TWO THOUSAND LETTERS ON VERY LAST WATER THE WOMAN RENT A CABIN ON THE HILL AND FOR ONE WEEK I SEE HER NO MORE THEN ONE DAY SHE COME TO ME CHARLIE SHE SAYS HOW DO YOU LIKE TO WORK FOR ME YOU DRIVE DOGS MAKE CAMP TRAVEL WITH ME
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