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She says, 'That is four hundred and fifty dollars a month.' And I say, 'Sitka Charley is no pick and shovel man.' SHE SAYS THAT IS FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS A MONTH AND I SAY SITKA CHARLIE IS NO PICK AND SHOVEL MAN
se 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.' I say that I make too much money carrying letters. She says, 'Charley, I will pay you more money.' I tell her that pick-and-shovel man get fifteen dollars a day in the mines. E 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 I SAY THAT I MAKE TOO MUCH MONEY CARRYING LETTERS SHE SAYS CHARLIE I WILL PAY YOU MORE MONEY I TELL HER THAT PICK AND SHOVELMAN GET FIFTEEN DOLLARS A DAY IN THE MINES
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