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darkness in such high latitudes at that time of the year； and he could run
the river every hour of the twenty…four。 This would mean； daily； a
hundred and twenty miles。 Strike out the twenty for accidents； and there
remained a hundred miles a day。 In twenty days he would reach Bering
Sea。 And this would involve no expenditure of energy； the river did the
work。 He could lie down in the bottom of the boat and husband his
strength。
For two days he ate nothing。 Then； drifting into the Yukon Flats； he
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went ashore on the low…lying islands and gathered the eggs of wild geese
and ducks。 He had no matches； and ate the eggs raw。 They were strong；
but they kept him going。 When he crossed the Arctic Circle； he found the
Hudson Bay Company's post。 The brigade had not yet arrived from the
Mackenzie； and the post was completely out of grub。 He was offered wild…
duck eggs； but he informed them that he had a bushel of the same on the
boat。 He was also offered a drink of whisky； which he refused with an
exhibition of violent repugnance。 He got matches； however； and after that
he cooked his eggs。 Toward the mouth of the river head…winds delayed
him； and he was twenty…four days on the egg diet。 Unfortunately； while
asleep he had drifted by both the missions of St。 Paul and Holy Cross。
And he could sincerely say； as he afterward did； that talk about missions
on the Yukon was all humbug。 There weren't any missions； and he was
the man to know。
Once on Bering Sea he exchanged the egg diet for seal diet； and he
never could make up his mind which he liked least。 In the fall of the year
he was rescued by a United States revenue cutter； and the following winter
he made quite a hit in San Francisco as a temperance lecturer。 In this
field he found his vocation。 〃Avoid the bottle〃 is his slogan and battle…
cry。 He manages subtly to convey the impression that in his own life a
great disaster was wrought by the bottle。 He has even mentioned the loss
of a fortune that was caused by that hell…bait of the devil； but behind that
incident his listeners feel the loom of some terrible and unguessed evil for
which the bottle is responsible。 He has made a success in his vocation；
and has grown grey and respected in the crusade against strong drink。 But
on the Yukon the passing of Marcus O'Brien remains tradition。 It is a
mystery that ranks at par with the disappearance of Sir John Franklin。
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THE WIT OF PORPORTUK
El…Soo had been a Mission girl。 Her mother had died when she was
very small； and Sister Alberta had plucked El…Soo as a brand from the
burning； one summer day； and carried her away to Holy Cross Mission and
dedicated her to God。 El…Soo was a full…blooded Indian； yet she
exceeded all the half…breed and quarter…breed girls。 Never had the good
sisters dealt with a girl so adaptable and at the same time so spirited。
El…Soo was quick； and deft； and intelligent； but above all she was fire；
the living flame of life； a blaze of personality that was compounded of will；
sweetness； and daring。 Her father was a chief； and his blood ran in her
veins。 Obedience； on the part of El…Soo； was a matter of terms and
arrangement。 She had a passion for equity； and perhaps it was because of
this that she excelled in mathematics。
But she excelled in other things。 She learned to read and write
English as no girl had ever learned in the Mission。 She led the girls in
singing； and into song she carried her sense of equity。 She was an artist；
and the fire of her flowed toward creation。 Had she from birth enjoyed a
more favourable environment； she would have made literature or music。
Instead； she was El…Soo； daughter of Klakee…Nah； a chief； and she
lived in the Holy Cross Mission where were no artists； but only pure…
souled Sisters who were interested in cleanliness and righteousness and
the welfare of the spirit in the land of immortality that lay beyond the
skies。
The years passed。 She was eight years old when she entered the
Mission； she was sixteen； and the Sisters were corresponding with their
superiors in the Order concerning the sending of El…Soo to the United
States to complete her education； when a man of her own tribe arrived at
Holy Cross and had talk with her。 El…Soo was somewhat appalled by him。
He was dirty。 He was a Caliban…like creature； primitively ugly； with a
mop of hair that had never been combed。 He looked at her
disapprovingly and refused to sit down。
〃Thy brother is dead；〃 he said shortly。
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El…Soo was not particularly shocked。 She remembered little of her
brother。 〃Thy father is an old man； and alone；〃 the messenger went on。
〃His house is large and empty； and he would hear thy voice and look upon
thee。〃
Him she rememberedKlakee…Nah； the headman of the village； the
friend of the missionaries and the traders； a large man thewed like a giant；
with kindly eyes and masterful ways； and striding with a consciousness of
crude royalty in his carriage。
〃Tell him that I will come；〃 was El…Soo's answer。
Much to the despair of the Sisters； the brand plucked from the burning
went back to the burning。 All pleading with El…Soo was vain。 There was
much argument； expostulation； and weeping。 Sister Alberta even
revealed to her the project of sending her to the United States。 El…Soo
stared wide…eyed into the golden vista thus opened up to her； and shook
her head。 In her eyes persisted another vista。 It was the mighty curve
of the Yukon at Tana…naw Station。 With the St。 George Mission on one
side； and the trading post on the other； and midway between the Indian
village and a certain large log house where lived an old man tended upon