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large/506/short_stories_009_64kb_mp3/sun_dog_trail_london_jwt_64kb
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We go down Lake Bennett, snow, ice, wind like a gale, but woman is very tired and go to sleep. WE GO DOWN LIKE BENNETT SNOW ICE WIND LIKE A GALE BUT WOMAN IS VERY TIRED AND GO TO SLEEP
 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. '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. OLLARS 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 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
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