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and doubled him up at two…hour intervals。  But the Factor at

Selkirk had a notice on the door of the Post to the effect that no

steamer had been up the Yukon for two years; and in consequence

grub was beyond price。  He offered to swap flour; however; at the

rate of a cupful of each egg; but Rasmunsen shook his head and hit

the trail。  Below the Post he managed to buy frozen horse hide for

the dogs; the horses having been slain by the Chilkat cattle men;

and the scraps and offal preserved by the Indians。  He tackled the

hide himself; but the hair worked into the bean sores of his mouth;

and was beyond endurance。



Here at Selkirk he met the forerunners of the hungry exodus of

Dawson; and from there on they crept over the trail; a dismal

throng。  〃No grub!〃 was the song they sang。  〃No grub; and had to

go。〃  〃Everybody holding candles for a rise in the spring。〃  〃Flour

dollar 'n a half a pound; and no sellers。〃



〃Eggs?〃 one of them answered。  〃Dollar apiece; but there ain't

none。〃



Rasmunsen made a rapid calculation。  〃Twelve thousand dollars;〃 he

said aloud。



〃Hey?〃 the man asked。



〃Nothing;〃 he answered; and MUSHED the dogs along。



When he arrived at Stewart River; seventy from Dawson; five of his

dogs were gone; and the remainder were falling in the traces。  He;

also; was in the traces; hauling with what little strength was left

in him。  Even then he was barely crawling along ten miles a day。

His cheek…bones and nose; frost…bitten again and again; were turned

bloody…black and hideous。  The thumb; which was separated from the

fingers by the gee…pole; had likewise been nipped and gave him

great pain。  The monstrous moccasin still incased his foot; and

strange pains were beginning to rack the leg。  At Sixty Mile; the

last beans; which he had been rationing for some time; were

finished; yet he steadfastly refused to touch the eggs。  He could

not reconcile his mind to the legitimacy of it; and staggered and

fell along the way to Indian River。  Here a fresh…killed moose and

an open…handed old…timer gave him and his dogs new strength; and at

Ainslie's he felt repaid for it all when a stampede; ripe from

Dawson in five hours; was sure he could get a dollar and a quarter

for every egg he possessed。



He came up the steep bank by the Dawson barracks with fluttering

heart and shaking knees。  The dogs were so weak that he was forced

to rest them; and; waiting; he leaned limply against the gee…pole。

A man; an eminently decorous…looking man; came sauntering by in a

great bearskin coat。  He glanced at Rasmunsen curiously; then

stopped and ran a speculative eye over the dogs and the three

lashed sleds。



〃What you got?〃 he asked。



〃Eggs;〃 Rasmunsen answered huskily; hardly able to pitch his voice

above a whisper。



〃Eggs!  Whoopee!  Whoopee!〃  He sprang up into the air; gyrated

madly; and finished with half…a…dozen war steps。  〃You don't say

all of 'em?〃



〃All of 'em。〃



〃Say; you must be the Egg Man。〃  He walked around and viewed

Rasmunsen from the other side。  〃Come; now; ain't you the Egg Man?〃



Rasmunsen didn't know; but supposed he was; and the man sobered

down a bit。



〃What d'ye expect to get for 'em?〃 he asked cautiously。



Rasmunsen became audacious。 〃Dollar 'n a half;〃 he said。



〃Done!〃 the man came back promptly。  〃Gimme a dozen。〃



〃II mean a dollar 'n a half apiece;〃 Rasmunsen hesitatingly

explained。



〃Sure。  I heard you。  Make it two dozen。  Here's the dust。〃



The man pulled out a healthy gold sack the size of a small sausage

and knocked it negligently against the gee…pole。  Rasmunsen felt a

strange trembling in the pit of his stomach; a tickling of the

nostrils; and an almost overwhelming desire to sit down and cry。

But a curious; wide…eyed crowd was beginning to collect; and man

after man was calling out for eggs。  He was without scales; but the

man with the bearskin coat fetched a pair and obligingly weighed in

the dust while Rasmunsen passed out the goods。  Soon there was a

pushing and shoving and shouldering; and a great clamour。

Everybody wanted to buy and to be served first。  And as the

excitement grew; Rasmunsen cooled down。  This would never do。

There must be something behind the fact of their buying so eagerly。

It would be wiser if he rested first and sized up the market。

Perhaps eggs were worth two dollars apiece。  Anyway; whenever he

wished to sell; he was sure of a dollar and a half。  〃Stop!〃 he

cried; when a couple of hundred had been sold。  〃No more now。  I'm

played out。  I've got to get a cabin; and then you can come and see

me。〃



A groan went up at this; but the man with the bearskin coat

approved。  Twenty…four of the frozen eggs went rattling in his

capacious pockets; and he didn't care whether the rest of the town

ate or not。  Besides; he could see Rasmunsen was on his last legs。



〃There's a cabin right around the second corner from the Monte

Carlo;〃 he told him〃the one with the sody…bottle window。  It

ain't mine; but I've got charge of it。  Rents for ten a day and

cheap for the money。  You move right in; and I'll see you later。

Don't forget the sody…bottle window。〃



〃Tra…la…loo!〃 he called back a moment later。  〃I'm goin' up the

hill to eat eggs and dream of home。〃



On his way to the cabin; Rasmunsen recollected he was hungry and

bought a small supply of provisions at the N。 A。 T。 & T。 store

also a beefsteak at the butcher shop and dried salmon for the dogs。

He found the cabin without difficulty; and left the dogs in the

harness while he started the fire and got the coffee under way。



A dollar 'n a half apieceone thousand dozeneighteen thousand

dollars!〃 he kept muttering it to himself; over and over; as he

went about his work。



As he flopped the steak into the frying…pan the door opened。  He

turned。  It was the man with the bearskin coat。  He seemed to come

in with determination; as though bound on some explicit errand; but

as he looked at Rasmunsen an expression of perplexity came into his

face。



〃I saynow I say〃 he began; then halted。



Rasmunsen wondered if he wanted the rent。



〃I say; damn it; you know; them eggs is bad。〃



Rasmunsen staggered。  He felt as though some one had struck him an

astounding blow between the eyes。  The walls of the cabin reeled

and tilted up。  He put out his hand to steady himself and rested it

on the stove。  The sharp pain and the smell of the burning flesh

brought him back to himself。



〃I see;〃 he said slowly; fumbling in his pocket for the sack。  〃You

want your money back。〃



〃It ain't the money;〃 the man said; 〃but hain't you got any eggs

good?〃



Rasmunsen shook his head。  〃You'd better take the money。〃



But the man refused and backed away。  〃I'll come back;〃 he said;

〃when you've taken stock; and get what's comin'。〃



Rasmunsen rolled the chopping…block into the cabin and carried in

the eggs。  He went about it quite calmly。  He took up the hand…axe;

and; one by one; chopped the eggs in half。  These halves he

examined carefully and let fall to the floor。  At first he sampled

from the different cases; then deliberately emptied one case at a

time。  The heap on the floor grew larger。  The coffee boiled over

and the smoke of the burning beefsteak filled the cabin。  He

chopped steadfastly and monotonously till the last case was

finished。



Somebody knocked at the door; knocked again; and let himself in。



〃What a mess!〃 he remarked; as he paused and surveyed the scene。



The severed eggs were beginning to thaw in the heat of the stove;

and a miserable odour was growing stronger。



〃Must a…happened on the steamer;〃 he suggested。



Rasmunsen looked at him long and blankly。



〃I'm Murray; Big Jim Murray; everybody knows me;〃 the man

volunteered。  〃I'm just hearin' your eggs is rotten; and I'm

offerin' you two hundred for the batch。  They ain't good as salmon;

but still they're fair sc

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