"Andthenyoustepintoa—abox, andpouf! upyougo." Hetossedhisemptycupintheairbywayofillustrationand, ashedeftlycaughtit, cried: "Andbiff! , greatmedicinemen! —twenty-fivesleep—bigstring, allthetime—Icatchhimstring—Isay, 'Hello, Ruth! Howareye?'—andyousay, 'Isthatmygoodhusband?'—andIsay, 'Yes'—andyousay, 'Nocanbakegoodbread, nomoresoda'—thenIsay,'Lookincache, underflour; good-by.', -yumedicineman!" , andbythetimethesnarlingcombatantswereseparated, shehadlashedthesledsandallwasreadyforthetrail.—"Mush! Baldy! Hi! Mushon!" Masonworkedhiswhipsmartlyand, asthedogswhinedlowinthetraces, , leavingMalemuteKid, whohadhelpedherstart, , brutethathewas, capableoffellinganoxatablow, hecouldnotbeartobeatthepooranimals, buthumoredthemasadogdriverrarelydoes—nay, almostweptwiththemintheirmisery.
"Come, mushonthere, youpoorsore-footedbrutes!" hemurmured, , andthoughwhimperingwithpain, theyhastenedtojointheirfellows.
Nomoreconversation; thetoilofthetrailwillnotpermitsuchextravagance.
