? ? ? ? He paused impotently, cast an appealing glance at Malemute Kid, then laboriously placed the twenty pines, end on end, by sign language. Malemute Kid smiled with cheery cynicism; but Ruth's eyes were wide with wonder, and with pleasure; for she half believed he was joking, and such condescension pleased her poor woman's heart.
? ? ? ? 'And then you step into a- a box, and pouf! up you go.' He tossed his empty cup in the air by way of illustration and, as he deftly caught it, cried: 'And biff! down you come. Oh, great medicine men! You go Fort Yukon. I go Arctic City- twenty-five sleep- big string, all the time- I catch him string- I say, "Hello, Ruth! How are ye?"- and you say, "Is that my good husband?"- and I say, "Yes"- and you say, "No can bake good bread, no more soda"- then I say, "Look in cache, under flour; good-by." You look and catch plenty soda. All the time you Fort Yukon, me Arctic City.
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