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第30章 GRIT OF WOMEN(2)

She'd bank grit 'gainst his for all there was in him, an' see him, an' go him better if it was possible.Nothing over the earth, or in it, or under it, she wouldn't 'a' done.""But she loved him," objected the engineer.

"'T ain't that.It--"

"Look you, brothers," broke in Sitka Charley from his seat on the grub-box."Ye have spoken of the streak of fat that runs in big men's muscles, of the grit of women and the love, and ye have spoken fair; but I have in mind things which happened when the land was young and the fires of men apart as the stars.It was then I had concern with a big man, and a streak of fat, and a woman.And the woman was small; but her heart was greater than the beef-heart of the man, and she had grit.And we traveled a weary trail, even to the Salt Water, and the cold was bitter, the snow deep, the hunger great.And the woman's love was a mighty love--no more can man say than this."He paused, and with the hatchet broke pieces of ice from the large chunk beside him.These he threw into the gold pan on the stove, where the drinking-water thawed.The men drew up closer, and he of the cramps sought greater comfort vainly for his stiffened body.

"Brothers, my blood is red with Siwash, but my heart is white.To the faults of my fathers I owe the one, to the virtues of my friends the other.A great truth came to me when I was yet a boy.

I learned that to your kind and you was given the earth; that the Siwash could not withstand you, and like the caribou and the bear, must perish in the cold.So I came into the warm and sat among you, by your fires, and behold, I became one of you, I have seen much in my time.I have known strange things, and bucked big, on big trails, with men of many breeds.And because of these things, I measure deeds after your manner, and judge men, and think thoughts.Wherefore, when I speak harshly of one of your own kind, I know you will not take it amiss; and when I speak high of one of my father's people, you will not take it upon you to say, 'Sitka Charley is Siwash, and there is a crooked light in his eyes and small honor to his tongue.' Is it not so?"Deep down in throat, the circle vouchsafed its assent.

"The woman was Passuk.I got her in fair trade from her people, who were of the Coast and whose Chilcat totem stood at the head of a salt arm of the sea.My heart did not go out to the woman, nor did I take stock of her looks.For she scarce took her eyes from the ground, and she was timid and afraid, as girls will be when cast into a stranger's arms whom they have never seen before.As I say, there was no place in my heart for her to creep, for I had a great journey in mind, and stood in need of one to feed my dogs and to lift a paddle with me through the long river days.One blanket would cover the twain; so I chose Passuk.

"Have I not said I was a servant to the Government? If not, it is well that ye know.So I was taken on a warship, sleds and dogs and evaporated foods, and with me came Passuk.And we went north, to the winter ice-rim of Bering Sea, where we were landed,--myself, and Passuk, and the dogs.I was also given moneys of the Government, for I was its servant, and charts of lands which the eyes of man had never dwelt upon, and messages.These messages were sealed, and protected shrewdly from the weather, and I was to deliver them to the whale-ships of the Arctic, ice-bound by the great Mackenzie.Never was there so great a river, forgetting only our own Yukon, the Mother of all Rivers.

"All of which is neither here nor there, for my story deals not with the whale-ships, nor the berg-bound winter I spent by the Mackenzie.Afterward, in the spring, when the days lengthened and there was a crust to the snow, we came south, Passuk and I, to the Country of the Yukon.A weary journey, but the sun pointed out the way of our feet.It was a naked land then, as I have said, and we worked up the current, with pole and paddle, till we came to Forty Mile.Good it was to see white faces once again, so we put into the bank.And that winter was a hard winter.The darkness and the cold drew down upon us, and with them the famine.

To each man the agent of the Company gave forty pounds of flour and twenty of bacon.There were no beans.And, the dogs howled always, and there were flat bellies and deep-lined faces, and strong men became weak, and weak men died.There was also much scurvy.

"Then came we together in the store one night, and the empty shelves made us feel our own emptiness the more.We talked low, by the light of the fire, for the candles had been set aside for those who might yet gasp in the spring.Discussion was held, and it was said that a man must go forth to the Salt Water and tell to the world our misery.At this all eyes turned to me, for it was understood that I was a great traveler.'It is seven hundred miles,' said I, 'to Haines Mission by the sea, and every inch of it snowshoe work.Give me the pick of your dogs and the best of your grub, and I will go.And with me shall go Passuk.'

"To this they were agreed.But there arose one, Long Jeff, a Yankee-man, big-boned and big-muscled.Also his talk was big.

He, too, was a mighty traveler, he said, born to the snowshoe and bred up on buffalo milk.He would go with me, in case I fell by the trail, that he might carry the word on to the Mission.I was young, and I knew not Yankee-men.How was I to know that big talk betokened the streak of fat, or that Yankee-men who did great things kept their teeth together? So we took the pick of the dogs and the best of the grub, and struck the trail, we three,--Passuk, Long Jeff, and I.

"Well, ye have broken virgin snow, labored at the gee-pole, and are not unused to the packed river-jams; so I will talk little of the toil, save that on some days we made ten miles, and on others thirty, but more often ten.And the best of the grub was not good, while we went on stint from the start.Likewise the pick of the dogs was poor, and we were hard put to keep them on their legs.At the White River our three sleds became two sleds, and we had only come two hundred miles.But we lost nothing; the dogs that left the traces went into the bellies of those that remained.

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