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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　IN　A　FAR　COUNTRY。



　　WHEN　A　MAN　JOURNEYS　into　a　far　country；　he　must　be　prepared　to

forget　many　of　the　things　he　has　learned；　and　to　acquire　such

customs　as　are　inherent　with　existence　in　the　new　land；　he　must

abandon　the　old　ideals　and　the　old　gods；　and　oftentimes　he　must

reverse　the　very　codes　by　which　his　conduct　has　hitherto　been

shaped。　To　those　who　have　the　protean　faculty　of　adaptability；　the

novelty　of　such　change　may　even　be　a　source　of　pleasure；　but　to

those　who　happen　to　be　hardened　to　the　ruts　in　which　they　were

created；　the　pressure　of　the　altered　environment　is　unbearable；　and

they　chafe　in　body　and　in　spirit　under　the　new　restrictions　which　they

do　not　understand。　This　chafing　is　bound　to　act　and　react；　producing

divers　evils　and　leading　to　various　misfortunes。　It　were　better　for

the　man　who　cannot　fit　himself　to　the　new　groove　to　return　to　his

own　country；　if　he　delay　too　long；　he　will　surely　die。

　　The　man　who　turns　his　back　upon　the　comforts　of　an　elder

civilization；　to　face　the　savage　youth；　the　primordial　simplicity　of

the　North；　may　estimate　success　at　an　inverse　ratio　to　the　quantity

and　quality　of　his　hopelessly　fixed　habits。　He　will　soon　discover；

if　he　be　a　fit　candidate；　that　the　material　habits　are　the　less

important。　The　exchange　of　such　things　as　a　dainty　menu　for　rough

fare；　of　the　stiff　leather　shoe　for　the　soft；　shapeless　moccasin；　of

the　feather　bed　for　a　couch　in　the　snow；　is　after　all　a　very　easy

matter。　But　his　pinch　will　come　in　learning　properly　to　shape　his

mind's　attitude　toward　all　things；　and　especially　toward　his　fellow

man。　For　the　courtesies　of　ordinary　life；　he　must　substitute

unselfishness；　forbearance；　and　tolerance。　Thus；　and　thus　only；　can　he

gain　that　pearl　of　great　price…　true　comradeship。　He　must　not　say

'thank　you'；　he　must　mean　it　without　opening　his　mouth；　and　prove　it

by　responding　in　kind。　In　short；　he　must　substitute　the　deed　for　the

word；　the　spirit　for　the　letter。

　　When　the　world　rang　with　the　tale　of　Arctic　gold；　and　the　lure　of

the　North　gripped　the　heartstrings　of　men；　Carter　Weatherbee　threw

up　his　snug　clerkship；　turned　the　half　of　his　savings　over　to　his

wife；　and　with　the　remainder　bought　an　outfit。　There　was　no　romance　in

his　nature…　the　bondage　of　commerce　had　crushed　all　that；　he　was

simply　tired　of　the　ceaseless　grind；　and　wished　to　risk　great

hazards　in　view　of　corresponding　returns。　Like　many　another　fool；

disdaining　the　old　trails　used　by　the　Northland　pioneers　for　a　score

of　years；　he　hurried　to　Edmonton　in　the　spring　of　the　year；　and　there；

unluckily　for　his　soul's　welfare；　he　allied　himself　with　a　party　of

men。

　　There　was　nothing　unusual　about　this　party；　except　its　plans。　Even

its　goal；　like　that　of　all　the　other　parties；　was　the　Klondike。　But

the　route　it　had　mapped　out　to　attain　that　goal　took　away　the　breath

of　the　hardiest　native；　born　and　bred　to　the　vicissitudes　of　the

Northwest。　Even　Jacques　Baptiste；　born　of　a　Chippewa　woman　and　a

renegade　voyageur　（having　raised　his　first　whimpers　in　a　deerskin

lodge　north　of　the　sixty…fifth　parallel；　and　had　the　same　hushed　by

blissful　sucks　of　raw　tallow）；　was　surprised。　Though　he　sold　his

services　to　them　and　agreed　to　travel　even　to　the　never…opening　ice；

he　shook　his　head　ominously　whenever　his　advice　was　asked。

　　Percy　Cuthfert's　evil　star　must　have　been　in　the　ascendant；　for

he；　too；　joined　this　company　of　argonauts。　He　was　an　ordinary　man；

with　a　bank　account　as　deep　as　his　culture；　which　is　saying　a　good

deal。　He　had　no　reason　to　embark　on　such　a　venture…　no　reason　in　the

world　save　that　he　suffered　from　an　abnormal　development　of

sentimentality。　He　mistook　this　for　the　true　spirit　of　romance　and

adventure。　Many　another　man　has　done　the　like；　and　made　as　fatal　a

mistake。

　　The　first　break…up　of　spring　found　the　party　following　the　ice…run

of　Elk　River。　It　was　an　imposing　fleet；　for　the　outfit　was　large；

and　they　were　accompanied　by　a　disreputable　contingent　of　half…breed

voyageurs　with　their　women　and　children。　Day　in　and　day　out；　they

labored　with　the　bateaux　and　canoes；　fought　mosquitoes　and　other

kindred　pests；　or　sweated　and　swore　at　the　portages。　Severe　toil

like　this　lays　a　man　naked　to　the　very　roots　of　his　soul；　and　ere　Lake

Athabasca　was　lost　in　the　south；　each　member　of　the　party　had

hoisted　his　true　colors。

　　The　two　shirks　and　chronic　grumblers　were　Carter　Weatherbee　and

Percy　Cuthfert。　The　whole　party　complained　less　of　its　aches　and　pains

than　did　either　of　them。　Not　once　did　they　volunteer　for　the

thousand　and　one　petty　duties　of　the　camp。　A　bucket　of　water　to　be

brought；　an　extra　armful　of　wood　to　be　chopped；　the　dishes　to　be

washed　and　wiped；　a　search　to　be　made　through　the　outfit　for　some

suddenly　indispensable　article…　and　these　two　effete　scions　of

civilization　discovered　sprains　or　blisters　requiring　instant

attention。　They　were　the　first　to　turn　in　at　night；　with　score　of

tasks　yet　undone；　the　last　to　turn　out　in　the　morning；　when　the

start　should　be　in　readiness　before　the　breakfast　was　begun。　They　were

the　first　to　fall　to　at　mealtime；　the　last　to　have　a　hand　in　the

cooking；　the　first　to　dive　for　a　slim　delicacy；　the　last　to　discover

they　had　added　to　their　own　another　man's　share。　If　they　toiled　at　the

oars；　they　slyly　cut　the　water　at　each　stroke　and　allowed　the　boat's

momentum　to　float　up　the　blade。　They　thought　nobody　noticed；　but　their

comrades　swore　under　their　breaths　and　grew　to　hate　them；　while

Jacques　Baptiste　sneered　openly　and　damned　them　from　morning　till

night。　But　Jacques　Baptiste　was　no　gentleman。

　　At　the　Great　Slave；　Hudson　Bay　dogs　were　purchased；　and　the　fleet

sank　to　the　guards　with　its　added　burden　of　dried　fish　and　pemican。

Then　canoe　and　bateau　answered　to　the　swift　current　of　the

Mackenzie；　and　they　plunged　into　the　Great　Barren　Ground。　Every

likely…looking　'feeder'　was　prospected；　but　the　elusive　'pay…dirt'

danced　ever　to　the　north。　At　the　Great　Bear；　overcome　by　the　common

dread　of　the　Unknown　Lands；　their　voyageurs　began　to　desert；　and

Fort　of　Good　Hope　saw　the　last　and　bravest　bending　to　the　towlines

as　they　bucked　the　current　down　which　they　had　so　treacherously

glided。　Jacques　Baptiste　alone　remained。　Had　he　not　sworn　to　travel

even　to　the　never…opening　ice？

　　The　lying　charts；　compiled　in　main　from　hearsay；　were　now　constantly

consulted。　And　they　felt　the　need　of　hurry；　for　the　sun　had　already

passed　its　northern　solstice　and　was　leading　the　winter　south　again。

Skirting　the　shores　of　the　bay；　where　the　Mackenzie　disembogues　into

the　Arctic　Ocean；　they　entered　the　mouth　of　the　Little　Peel　River。

Then　began　the　arduous　up…stream　toil；　and　the　two　Incapables　fared

worse　than　ever。　Towline　and　pole；　paddle　and　tumpline；　rapids　and

portages…　such　tortures　served　to　give　the　one　a　deep　disgust　for

great　hazards；　and　printed　for　the　other　a　fiery　text　on　the　true

romance　of　adventure。　One　day　they　waxed　mutinous；　and　being　vilely

cursed　by　Jacques　Baptiste；　turned；　as　worms　sometimes　will。　But　the

half…breed　thrashed　the　twain；　and　sent　them；　bruised　and　bleeding；

about　their　work。　It　was　the　first　time　either　had　been　manhandled。

　　Abandoning　their　river　craft　at　the　headwaters　of　the　Little　Peel；

they　consumed　the　rest　of　the　summer　in　the　great　portage　over　the

Mackenzie　watershed　to　the　West　Rat。　This　little　stream　fed　the

Porcupine；　which　in　turn　joined　the　Yukon　where　that　mighty　highway　of

the　North　countermarches　on　the　Arctic　Circle。　But　they　had　lost　in

the　race　with　winter；　and　one　day　they　tied　their　rafts　to　the　thick

eddy…ice　and　hurried　their　goods　ashore。　That　night　the　river　jammed

and　broke　several　times；　the　following　morning　it　had　fallen　asleep

for　good。



　　'We　can't　be　more'n　four　hundred　miles　from　the　Yukon；'　concluded

Sloper；　multiplying　his　thumb　nails　by　the　scale　of　the　map。　The

council；　in　which　the　two　Incapables　had　whined　to　excellent

disadvantage；　was　drawing　to　a　close。

　　'Hudson　Bay　Post；　long　time　ago。　No　use　um　now。'　Jacques

Baptiste's　father　had　made　the　trip　for　the　Fur　Company　in　the　old

days；　incidentally　marking　the　trail　with　a　couple　of　frozen　toes。

　　Sufferin'　cracky！'　cried　another　of　the　party。　'No　whites？'

　　'Nary　white；'　Sloper　sententiously　affirmed；　'but　it's　only　five

hundred　more　up　the　Yukon　to　Dawson。　Call　it　a　rough　thousand　from

here。'

　　Weatherbee　and　Cuthfert　groaned　in　chorus。

　　'How　long'll　that　take；　Baptiste？'

　　The　half…breed　figured　for　a　moment。　'Workum　like　hell；　no　man

play　out；　ten…　twenty…　forty…　fifty　days。　Um　babies　come'　（designating

the　Incapables）；　'no　can　tell。　Mebbe　when　hell　freeze　over；　mebbe

not　then。'

　　The　manufacture　of　snowshoes　and　moccasins　ceased。　Somebody　called

the　name　of　an　absent　member；　who　came　out　of　an　ancient　cabin　at

the　edge　of　the　campfire　and　joined　them。　The　cabin　was　one　of　the

many　mysteries　which　lurk　in　the　vast　recesses　of　the　North。　Built

when　and　by　whom；　no　man　could　tell。　Two　graves　in　the　open；　piled

high　with　stones；　perhaps　contained　the　secret　of　those　early

wanderers。　But　whose　hand　had　piled　the　stones？

　　The　moment　had　come。　Jacques　Baptiste　paused　in　the　fitting　of　a

harness　and　pinned　the　struggling　dog　in　the　snow。　The　cook　made

mute　protest　for　delay；　threw　a　handful　of　bacon　into　a　noisy　pot　of

beans；　then　came　to　attention。　Sloper　rose　to　his　feet。　His　body　was　a

ludicrous　contrast　to　the　healthy　physiques　of　the　Incapables。

Yellow　and　weak；　fleeing　from　a　South　American　fever…hole；　he　had

not　broken　his　flight　across　the　zones；　and　was　still　able　to　toil

with　men。　His　weight　was　probably　ninety　pounds；　with　the　heavy

hunting　knife　thrown　in；　and　his　grizzled　hair　told　of　a　prime　which

had　ceased　to　be。　The　fresh　young　muscles　of　either　Weatherbee　or

Cuthfert　were　equal　to　ten　times　the　endeavor　of　his；　yet　he　could

walk　them　into　the　earth　in　a　da