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The eyes are large and brown, sometimes warm like a candle behind a curtain, sometimes very hard and bright like broken ice when sun shines upon it. When she smile  how can I say? THE EYES ARE LARGE AND BROWN SOMETIMES WARM LIKE A CANDLE BEHIND A CURTAIN SOMETIMES VERY HARD AND BRIGHT LIKE BROKEN ICE WHEN SUN SHINES UPON IT WHEN SHE SMILE HOW CAN I SAY
lothes 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. '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. We go down Lake Bennett, snow, ice, wind like a gale, but woman is very tired and go to sleep. "That night we make camp at Windy Arm. Woman sit by fire and eat supper. I look at her. She is pretty. She fix hair. There is much hair, and it is brown, also sometimes it is like gold in the firelight, when she turn her head, so, and flashes come from it like golden fire. OW 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 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 WE GO DOWN LIKE BENNETT SNOW ICE WIND LIKE A GALE BUT WOMAN IS VERY TIRED AND GO TO SLEEP THAT NIGHT WE CAMP AT WINDY ARM WOMAN SIT BY FIRE AND EAT SUPPER I LOOK AT HER SHE IS PRETTY SHE FIX HAIR THERE IS MUCH HAIR AND IT IS BROWN ALSO SOMETIMES IT IS LIKE GOLD IN THE FIRELIGHT WHEN SHE TURNS HER HEAD SOW AND FLASHES COME FROM IT LIKE GOLDEN FIRE
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