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With
the
newcomers
hopeless
and
forlorn
,
and
the
old
team
worn
out
by
twenty-five
hundred
miles
of
continuous
trail
,
the
outlook
was
anything
but
bright
.
The
two
men
,
however
,
were
quite
cheerful
.
And
they
were
proud
,
too
.
They
were
doing
the
thing
in
style
,
with
fourteen
dogs
.
They
had
seen
other
sleds
depart
over
the
Pass
for
Dawson
,
or
come
in
from
Dawson
,
but
never
had
they
seen
a
sled
with
so
many
as
fourteen
dogs
.
In
the
nature
of
Arctic
travel
there
was
a
reason
why
fourteen
dogs
should
not
drag
one
sled
,
and
that
was
that
one
sled
could
not
carry
the
food
for
fourteen
dogs
.
But
Charles
and
Hal
did
not
know
this
.
They
had
worked
the
trip
out
with
a
pencil
,
so
much
to
a
dog
,
so
many
dogs
,
so
many
days
,
Q.
E.
D.
Mercedes
looked
over
their
shoulders
and
nodded
comprehensively
,
it
was
all
so
very
simple
.
Late
next
morning
Buck
led
the
long
team
up
the
street
.
There
was
nothing
lively
about
it
,
no
snap
or
go
in
him
and
his
fellows
.
They
were
starting
dead
weary
.
Four
times
he
had
covered
the
distance
between
Salt
Water
and
Dawson
,
and
the
knowledge
that
,
jaded
and
tired
,
he
was
facing
the
same
trail
once
more
,
made
him
bitter
.
His
heart
was
not
in
the
work
,
nor
was
the
heart
of
any
dog
.
The
Outsides
were
timid
and
frightened
,
the
Insides
without
confidence
in
their
masters
.
Buck
felt
vaguely
that
there
was
no
depending
upon
these
two
men
and
the
woman
.
They
did
not
know
how
to
do
anything
,
and
as
the
days
went
by
it
became
apparent
that
they
could
not
learn
.
They
were
slack
in
all
things
,
without
order
or
discipline
.
It
took
them
half
the
night
to
pitch
a
slovenly
camp
,
and
half
the
morning
to
break
that
camp
and
get
the
sled
loaded
in
fashion
so
slovenly
that
for
the
rest
of
the
day
they
were
occupied
in
stopping
and
rearranging
the
load
.
Some
days
they
did
not
make
ten
miles
.
On
other
days
they
were
unable
to
get
started
at
all
.
And
on
no
day
did
they
succeed
in
making
more
than
half
the
distance
used
by
the
men
as
a
basis
in
their
dog-food
computation
.
It
was
inevitable
that
they
should
go
short
on
dog-food
.
But
they
hastened
it
by
overfeeding
,
bringing
the
day
nearer
when
underfeeding
would
commence
.
The
Outside
dogs
,
whose
digestions
had
not
been
trained
by
chronic
famine
to
make
the
most
of
little
,
had
voracious
appetites
.
And
when
,
in
addition
to
this
,
the
worn-out
huskies
pulled
weakly
,
Hal
decided
that
the
orthodox
ration
was
too
small
.
He
doubled
it
.
And
to
cap
it
all
,
when
Mercedes
,
with
tears
in
her
pretty
eyes
and
a
quaver
in
her
throat
,
could
not
cajole
him
into
giving
the
dogs
still
more
,
she
stole
from
the
fish-sacks
and
fed
them
slyly
.
But
it
was
not
food
that
Buck
and
the
huskies
needed
,
but
rest
.
And
though
they
were
making
poor
time
,
the
heavy
load
they
dragged
sapped
their
strength
severely
.
Then
came
the
underfeeding
.
Hal
awoke
one
day
to
the
fact
that
his
dog-food
was
half
gone
and
the
distance
only
quarter
covered
;
further
,
that
for
love
or
money
no
additional
dog-food
was
to
be
obtained
.
So
he
cut
down
even
the
orthodox
ration
and
tried
to
increase
the
day
's
travel
.
His
sister
and
brother-in-law
seconded
him
;
but
they
were
frustrated
by
their
heavy
outfit
and
their
own
incompetence
.
It
was
a
simple
matter
to
give
the
dogs
less
food
;
but
it
was
impossible
to
make
the
dogs
travel
faster
,
while
their
own
inability
to
get
under
way
earlier
in
the
morning
prevented
them
from
travelling
longer
hours
.
Not
only
did
they
not
know
how
to
work
dogs
,
but
they
did
not
know
how
to
work
themselves
.
The
first
to
go
was
Dub
.
Poor
blundering
thief
that
he
was
,
always
getting
caught
and
punished
,
he
had
none
the
less
been
a
faithful
worker
.
His
wrenched
shoulder-blade
,
untreated
and
unrested
,
went
from
bad
to
worse
,
till
finally
Hal
shot
him
with
the
big
Colt
's
revolver
.
It
is
a
saying
of
the
country
that
an
Outside
dog
starves
to
death
on
the
ration
of
the
husky
,
so
the
six
Outside
dogs
under
Buck
could
do
no
less
than
die
on
half
the
ration
of
the
husky
.
The
Newfoundland
went
first
,
followed
by
the
three
short-haired
pointers
,
the
two
mongrels
hanging
more
grittily
on
to
life
,
but
going
in
the
end
.
By
this
time
all
the
amenities
and
gentlenesses
of
the
Southland
had
fallen
away
from
the
three
people
.
Shorn
of
its
glamour
and
romance
,
Arctic
travel
became
to
them
a
reality
too
harsh
for
their
manhood
and
womanhood
.
Mercedes
ceased
weeping
over
the
dogs
,
being
too
occupied
with
weeping
over
herself
and
with
quarrelling
with
her
husband
and
brother
.
To
quarrel
was
the
one
thing
they
were
never
too
weary
to
do
.
Their
irritability
arose
out
of
their
misery
,
increased
with
it
,
doubled
upon
it
,
outdistanced
it
.
