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out of his roses in a panic and looked on his son with a wondering

eye。  Then he hied himself away to a crony of kindred pursuits;

with whom he was wont to confer over coupons and roses; and between

the two the destiny of young Neil Bonner was made manifest。  He

must go away; on probation; to live down his harmless follies in

order that he might live up to their own excellent standard。



This determined upon; and young Neil a little repentant and a great

deal ashamed; the rest was easy。  The cronies were heavy

stockholders in the P。 C。 Company。  The P。 C。 Company owned fleets

of river…steamers and ocean…going craft; and; in addition to

farming the sea; exploited a hundred thousand square miles or so of

the land that; on the maps of geographers; usually occupies the

white spaces。  So the P。 C。 Company sent young Neil Bonner north;

where the white spaces are; to do its work and to learn to be good

like his father。  〃Five years of simplicity; close to the soil and

far from temptation; will make a man of him;〃 said old Neil Bonner;

and forthwith crawled back among his roses。  Young Neil set his

jaw; pitched his chin at the proper angle; and went to work。  As an

underling he did his work well and gained the commendation of his

superiors。  Not that he delighted in the work; but that it was the

one thing that prevented him from going mad。



The first year he wished he was dead。  The second year he cursed

God。  The third year he was divided between the two emotions; and

in the confusion quarrelled with a man in authority。  He had the

best of the quarrel; though the man in authority had the last

word;a word that sent Neil Bonner into an exile that made his old

billet appear as paradise。  But he went without a whimper; for the

North had succeeded in making him into a man。



Here and there; on the white spaces on the map; little circlets

like the letter 〃o〃 are to be found; and; appended to these

circlets; on one side or the other; are names such as 〃Fort

Hamilton;〃 〃Yanana Station;〃 〃Twenty Mile;〃 thus leading one to

imagine that the white spaces are plentifully besprinkled with

towns and villages。  But it is a vain imagining。  Twenty Mile;

which is very like the rest of the posts; is a log building the

size of a corner grocery with rooms to let up…stairs。  A long…

legged cache on stilts may be found in the back yard; also a couple

of outhouses。  The back yard is unfenced; and extends to the

skyline and an unascertainable bit beyond。  There are no other

houses in sight; though the Toyaats sometimes pitch a winter camp a

mile or two down the Yukon。  And this is Twenty Mile; one tentacle

of the many…tentacled P。 C。 Company。  Here the agent; with an

assistant; barters with the Indians for their furs; and does an

erratic trade on a gold…dust basis with the wandering miners。

Here; also; the agent and his assistant yearn all winter for the

spring; and when the spring comes; camp blasphemously on the roof

while the Yukon washes out the establishment。  And here; also; in

the fourth year of his sojourn in the land; came Neil Bonner to

take charge。



He had displaced no agent; for the man that previously ran the post

had made away with himself; 〃because of the rigours of the place;〃

said the assistant; who still remained; though the Toyaats; by

their fires; had another version。  The assistant was a shrunken…

shouldered; hollow…chested man; with a cadaverous face and

cavernous cheeks that his sparse black beard could not hide。  He

coughed much; as though consumption gripped his lungs; while his

eyes had that mad; fevered light common to consumptives in the last

stage。  Pentley was his nameAmos Pentleyand Bonner did not like

him; though he felt a pity for the forlorn and hopeless devil。

They did not get along together; these two men who; of all men;

should have been on good terms in the face of the cold and silence

and darkness of the long winter。



In the end; Bonner concluded that Amos was partly demented; and

left him alone; doing all the work himself except the cooking。

Even then; Amos had nothing but bitter looks and an undisguised

hatred for him。  This was a great loss to Bonner; for the smiling

face of one of his own kind; the cheery word; the sympathy of

comradeship shared with misfortunethese things meant much; and

the winter was yet young when he began to realize the added

reasons; with such an assistant; that the previous agent had found

to impel his own hand against his life。



It was very lonely at Twenty Mile。  The bleak vastness stretched

away on every side to the horizon。  The snow; which was really

frost; flung its mantle over the land and buried everything in the

silence of death。  For days it was clear and cold; the thermometer

steadily recording forty to fifty degrees below zero。  Then a

change came over the face of things。  What little moisture had

oozed into the atmosphere gathered into dull grey; formless clouds;

it became quite warm; the thermometer rising to twenty below; and

the moisture fell out of the sky in hard frost…granules that hissed

like dry sugar or driving sand when kicked underfoot。  After that

it became clear and cold again; until enough moisture had gathered

to blanket the earth from the cold of outer space。  That was all。

Nothing happened。  No storms; no churning waters and threshing

forests; nothing but the machine…like precipitation of accumulated

moisture。  Possibly the most notable thing that occurred through

the weary weeks was the gliding of the temperature up to the

unprecedented height of fifteen below。  To atone for this; outer

space smote the earth with its cold till the mercury froze and the

spirit thermometer remained more than seventy below for a

fortnight; when it burst。  There was no telling how much colder it

was after that。  Another occurrence; monotonous in its regularity;

was the lengthening of the nights; till day became a mere blink of

light between the darkness。



Neil Bonner was a social animal。  The very follies for which he was

doing penance had been bred of his excessive sociability。  And

here; in the fourth year of his exile; he found himself in company…

…which were to travesty the wordwith a morose and speechless

creature in whose sombre eyes smouldered a hatred as bitter as it

was unwarranted。  And Bonner; to whom speech and fellowship were as

the breath of life; went about as a ghost might go; tantalized by

the gregarious revelries of some former life。  In the day his lips

were compressed; his face stern; but in the night he clenched his

hands; rolled about in his blankets; and cried aloud like a little

child。  And he would remember a certain man in authority and curse

him through the long hours。  Also; he cursed God。  But God

understands。  He cannot find it in his heart to blame weak mortals

who blaspheme in Alaska。



And here; to the post of Twenty Mile; came Jees Uck; to trade for

flour and bacon; and beads; and bright scarlet cloths for her fancy

work。  And further; and unwittingly; she came to the post of Twenty

Mile to make a lonely man more lonely; make him reach out empty

arms in his sleep。  For Neil Bonner was only a man。  When she first

came into the store; he looked at her long; as a thirsty man may

look at a flowing well。  And she; with the heritage bequeathed her

by Spike O'Brien; imagined daringly and smiled up into his eyes;

not as the swart…skinned peoples should smile at the royal races;

but as a woman smiles at a man。  The thing was inevitable; only; he

did not see it; and fought against her as fiercely and passionately

as he was drawn towards her。  And she?  She was Jees Uck; by

upbringing wholly and utterly a Toyaat Indian woman。



She came often to the post to trade。  And often she sat by the big

wood stove and chatted in broken English with Neil Bonner。  And he

came to look for her coming; and on the days she did not come he

was worried and restless。  Sometimes he stopped to think

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