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The
wonderful
patience
of
the
trail
which
comes
to
men
who
toil
hard
and
suffer
sore
,
and
remain
sweet
of
speech
and
kindly
,
did
not
come
to
these
two
men
and
the
woman
.
They
had
no
inkling
of
such
a
patience
.
They
were
stiff
and
in
pain
;
their
muscles
ached
,
their
bones
ached
,
their
very
hearts
ached
;
and
because
of
this
they
became
sharp
of
speech
,
and
hard
words
were
first
on
their
lips
in
the
morning
and
last
at
night
.
Charles
and
Hal
wrangled
whenever
Mercedes
gave
them
a
chance
.
It
was
the
cherished
belief
of
each
that
he
did
more
than
his
share
of
the
work
,
and
neither
forbore
to
speak
this
belief
at
every
opportunity
.
Sometimes
Mercedes
sided
with
her
husband
,
sometimes
with
her
brother
.
The
result
was
a
beautiful
and
unending
family
quarrel
.
Starting
from
a
dispute
as
to
which
should
chop
a
few
sticks
for
the
fire
(
a
dispute
which
concerned
only
Charles
and
Hal
)
,
presently
would
be
lugged
in
the
rest
of
the
family
,
fathers
,
mothers
,
uncles
,
cousins
,
people
thousands
of
miles
away
,
and
some
of
them
dead
.
That
Hal
's
views
on
art
,
or
the
sort
of
society
plays
his
mother
's
brother
wrote
,
should
have
anything
to
do
with
the
chopping
of
a
few
sticks
of
firewood
,
passes
comprehension
;
nevertheless
the
quarrel
was
as
likely
to
tend
in
that
direction
as
in
the
direction
of
Charles
's
political
prejudices
.
And
that
Charles
's
sister
's
tale-bearing
tongue
should
be
relevant
to
the
building
of
a
Yukon
fire
,
was
apparent
only
to
Mercedes
,
who
disburdened
herself
of
copious
opinions
upon
that
topic
,
and
incidentally
upon
a
few
other
traits
unpleasantly
peculiar
to
her
husband
's
family
.
In
the
meantime
the
fire
remained
unbuilt
,
the
camp
half
pitched
,
and
the
dogs
unfed
.
Mercedes
nursed
a
special
grievance
--
the
grievance
of
sex
.
She
was
pretty
and
soft
,
and
had
been
chivalrously
treated
all
her
days
.
But
the
present
treatment
by
her
husband
and
brother
was
everything
save
chivalrous
.
It
was
her
custom
to
be
helpless
.
They
complained
.
Upon
which
impeachment
of
what
to
her
was
her
most
essential
sex-prerogative
,
she
made
their
lives
unendurable
.
She
no
longer
considered
the
dogs
,
and
because
she
was
sore
and
tired
,
she
persisted
in
riding
on
the
sled
.
She
was
pretty
and
soft
,
but
she
weighed
one
hundred
and
twenty
pounds
--
a
lusty
last
straw
to
the
load
dragged
by
the
weak
and
starving
animals
.
She
rode
for
days
,
till
they
fell
in
the
traces
and
the
sled
stood
still
.
Charles
and
Hal
begged
her
to
get
off
and
walk
,
pleaded
with
her
,
entreated
,
the
while
she
wept
and
importuned
Heaven
with
a
recital
of
their
brutality
.
On
one
occasion
they
took
her
off
the
sled
by
main
strength
.
They
never
did
it
again
.
She
let
her
legs
go
limp
like
a
spoiled
child
,
and
sat
down
on
the
trail
.
They
went
on
their
way
,
but
she
did
not
move
.
After
they
had
travelled
three
miles
they
unloaded
the
sled
,
came
back
for
her
,
and
by
main
strength
put
her
on
the
sled
again
.
In
the
excess
of
their
own
misery
they
were
callous
to
the
suffering
of
their
animals
.
Hal
's
theory
,
which
he
practised
on
others
,
was
that
one
must
get
hardened
.
He
had
started
out
preaching
it
to
his
sister
and
brother-in-law
.
Failing
there
,
he
hammered
it
into
the
dogs
with
a
club
.
At
the
Five
Fingers
the
dog-food
gave
out
,
and
a
toothless
old
squaw
offered
to
trade
them
a
few
pounds
of
frozen
horse-hide
for
the
Colt
's
revolver
that
kept
the
big
hunting-knife
company
at
Hal
's
hip
.
A
poor
substitute
for
food
was
this
hide
,
just
as
it
had
been
stripped
from
the
starved
horses
of
the
cattlemen
six
months
back
.
In
its
frozen
state
it
was
more
like
strips
of
galvanized
iron
,
and
when
a
dog
wrestled
it
into
his
stomach
it
thawed
into
thin
and
innutritious
leathery
strings
and
into
a
mass
of
short
hair
,
irritating
and
indigestible
.
And
through
it
all
Buck
staggered
along
at
the
head
of
the
team
as
in
a
nightmare
.
He
pulled
when
he
could
;
when
he
could
no
longer
pull
,
he
fell
down
and
remained
down
till
blows
from
whip
or
club
drove
him
to
his
feet
again
.
All
the
stiffness
and
gloss
had
gone
out
of
his
beautiful
furry
coat
.
The
hair
hung
down
,
limp
and
draggled
,
or
matted
with
dried
blood
where
Hal
's
club
had
bruised
him
.
His
muscles
had
wasted
away
to
knotty
strings
,
and
the
flesh
pads
had
disappeared
,
so
that
each
rib
and
every
bone
in
his
frame
were
outlined
cleanly
through
the
loose
hide
that
was
wrinkled
in
folds
of
emptiness
.
It
was
heartbreaking
,
only
Buck
's
heart
was
unbreakable
.
The
man
in
the
red
sweater
had
proved
that
.
As
it
was
with
Buck
,
so
was
it
with
his
mates
.
They
were
perambulating
skeletons
.
There
were
seven
all
together
,
including
him
.
In
their
very
great
misery
they
had
become
insensible
to
the
bite
of
the
lash
or
the
bruise
of
the
club
.
The
pain
of
the
beating
was
dull
and
distant
,
just
as
the
things
their
eyes
saw
and
their
ears
heard
seemed
dull
and
distant
.
They
were
not
half
living
,
or
quarter
living
.
They
were
simply
so
many
bags
of
bones
in
which
sparks
of
life
fluttered
faintly
.
When
a
halt
was
made
,
they
dropped
down
in
the
traces
like
dead
dogs
,
and
the
spark
dimmed
and
paled
and
seemed
to
go
out
.
And
when
the
club
or
whip
fell
upon
them
,
the
spark
fluttered
feebly
up
,
and
they
tottered
to
their
feet
and
staggered
on
.
