none。〃
  Rasmunsen　made　a　rapid　calculation。　　〃Twelve　thousand　dollars；〃　he
  said　aloud。
  〃Hey？〃　the　man　asked。
  〃Nothing；〃　he　answered；　and　MUSHED　the　dogs　along。
  When　he　arrived　at　Stewart　River；　seventy　from　Dawson；　five　of　his
  dogs　were　gone；　and　the　remainder　were　falling　in　the　traces。　　He；
  also；　was　in　the　traces；　hauling　with　what　little　strength　was　left
  in　him。　　Even　then　he　was　barely　crawling　along　ten　miles　a　day。
  His　cheek…bones　and　nose；　frost…bitten　again　and　again；　were　turned
  bloody…black　and　hideous。　　The　thumb；　which　was　separated　from　the
  fingers　by　the　gee…pole；　had　likewise　been　nipped　and　gave　him
  great　pain。　　The　monstrous　moccasin　still　incased　his　foot；　and
  strange　pains　were　beginning　to　rack　the　leg。　　At　Sixty　Mile；　the
  last　beans；　which　he　had　been　rationing　for　some　time；　were
  finished；　yet　he　steadfastly　refused　to　touch　the　eggs。　　He　could
  not　reconcile　his　mind　to　the　legitimacy　of　it；　and　staggered　and
  fell　along　the　way　to　Indian　River。　　Here　a　fresh…killed　moose　and
  an　open…handed　old…timer　gave　him　and　his　dogs　new　strength；　and　at
  Ainslie's　he　felt　repaid　for　it　all　when　a　stampede；　ripe　from
  Dawson　in　five　hours；　was　sure　he　could　get　a　dollar　and　a　quarter
  for　every　egg　he　possessed。
  He　came　up　the　steep　bank　by　the　Dawson　barracks　with　fluttering
  heart　and　shaking　knees。　　The　dogs　were　so　weak　that　he　was　forced
  to　rest　them；　and；　waiting；　he　leaned　limply　against　the　gee…pole。
  A　man；　an　eminently　decorous…looking　man；　came　sauntering　by　in　a
  great　bearskin　coat。　　He　glanced　at　Rasmunsen　curiously；　then
  stopped　and　ran　a　speculative　eye　over　the　dogs　and　the　three
  lashed　sleds。
  〃What　you　got？〃　he　asked。
  〃Eggs；〃　Rasmunsen　answered　huskily；　hardly　able　to　pitch　his　voice
  above　a　whisper。
  〃Eggs！　　Whoopee！　　Whoopee！〃　　He　sprang　up　into　the　air；　gyrated
  madly；　and　finished　with　half…a…dozen　war　steps。　　〃You　don't　say
  all　of　'em？〃
  〃All　of　'em。〃
  〃Say；　you　must　be　the　Egg　Man。〃　　He　walked　around　and　viewed
  Rasmunsen　from　the　other　side。　　〃Come；　now；　ain't　you　the　Egg　Man？〃
  Rasmunsen　didn't　know；　but　supposed　he　was；　and　the　man　sobered
  down　a　bit。
  〃What　d'ye　expect　to　get　for　'em？〃　he　asked　cautiously。
  Rasmunsen　became　audacious。　〃Dollar　'n　a　half；〃　he　said。
  〃Done！〃　the　man　came　back　promptly。　　〃Gimme　a　dozen。〃
  〃II　mean　a　dollar　'n　a　half　apiece；〃　Rasmunsen　hesitatingly
  explained。
  〃Sure。　　I　heard　you。　　Make　it　two　dozen。　　Here's　the　dust。〃
  The　man　pulled　out　a　healthy　gold　sack　the　size　of　a　small　sausage
  and　knocked　it　negligently　against　the　gee…pole。　　Rasmunsen　felt　a
  strange　trembling　in　the　pit　of　his　stomach；　a　tickling　of　the
  nostrils；　and　an　almost　overwhelming　desire　to　sit　down　and　cry。
  But　a　curious；　wide…eyed　crowd　was　beginning　to　collect；　and　man
  after　man　was　calling　out　for　eggs。　　He　was　without　scales；　but　the
  man　with　the　bearskin　coat　fetched　a　pair　and　obligingly　weighed　in
  the　dust　while　Rasmunsen　passed　out　the　goods。　　Soon　there　was　a
  pushing　and　shoving　and　shouldering；　and　a　great　clamour。
  Everybody　wanted　to　buy　and　to　be　served　first。　　And　as　the
  excitement　grew；　Rasmunsen　cooled　down。　　This　would　never　do。
  There　must　be　something　behind　the　fact　of　their　buying　so　eagerly。
  It　would　be　wiser　if　he　rested　first　and　sized　up　the　market。
  Perhaps　eggs　were　worth　two　dollars　apiece。　　Anyway；　whenever　he
  wished　to　sell；　he　was　sure　of　a　dollar　and　a　half。　　〃Stop！〃　he
  cried；　when　a　couple　of　hundred　had　been　sold。　　〃No　more　now。　　I'm
  played　out。　　I've　got　to　get　a　cabin；　and　then　you　can　come　and　see
  me。〃
  A　groan　went　up　at　this；　but　the　man　with　the　bearskin　coat
  approved。　　Twenty…four　of　the　frozen　eggs　went　rattling　in　his
  capacious　pockets；　and　he　didn't　care　whether　the　rest　of　the　town
  ate　or　not。　　Besides；　he　could　see　Rasmunsen　was　on　his　last　legs。
  〃There's　a　cabin　right　around　the　second　corner　from　the　Monte
  Carlo；〃　he　told　him〃the　one　with　the　sody…bottle　window。　　It
  ain't　mine；　but　I've　got　charge　of　it。　　Rents　for　ten　a　day　and
  cheap　for　the　money。　　You　move　right　in；　and　I'll　see　you　later。
  Don't　forget　the　sody…bottle　window。〃
  〃Tra…la…loo！〃　he　called　back　a　moment　later。　　〃I'm　goin'　up　the
  hill　to　eat　eggs　and　dream　of　home。〃
  On　his　way　to　the　cabin；　Rasmunsen　recollected　he　was　hungry　and
  bought　a　small　supply　of　provisions　at　the　N。　A。　T。　&　T。　store
  also　a　beefsteak　at　the　butcher　shop　and　dried　salmon　for　the　dogs。
  He　found　the　cabin　without　difficulty；　and　left　the　dogs　in　the
  harness　while　he　started　the　fire　and　got　the　coffee　under　way。
  A　dollar　'n　a　half　apieceone　thousand　dozeneighteen　thousand
  dollars！〃　he　kept　muttering　it　to　himself；　over　and　over；　as　he
  went　about　his　work。
  As　he　flopped　the　steak　into　the　frying…pan　the　door　opened。　　He
  turned。　　It　was　the　man　with　the　bearskin　coat。　　He　seemed　to　come
  in　with　determination；　as　though　bound　on　some　explicit　errand；　but
  as　he　looked　at　Rasmunsen　an　expression　of　perplexity　came　into　his
  face。
  〃I　saynow　I　say〃　he　began；　then　halted。
  Rasmunsen　wondered　if　he　wanted　the　rent。
  〃I　say；　damn　it；　you　know；　them　eggs　is　bad。〃
  Rasmunsen　staggered。　　He　felt　as　though　some　one　had　struck　him　an
  astounding　blow　between　the　eyes。　　The　walls　of　the　cabin　reeled
  and　tilted　up。　　He　put　out　his　hand　to　steady　himself　and　rested　it
  on　the　stove。　　The　sharp　pain　and　the　smell　of　the　burning　flesh
  brought　him　back　to　himself。
  〃I　see；〃　he　said　slowly；　fumbling　in　his　pocket　for　the　sack。　　〃You
  want　your　money　back。〃
  〃It　ain't　the　money；〃　the　man　said；　〃but　hain't　you　got　any　eggs
  good？〃
  Rasmunsen　shook　his　head。　　〃You'd　better　take　the　money。〃
  But　the　man　refused　and　backed　away。　　〃I'll　come　back；〃　he　said；
  〃when　you've　taken　stock；　and　get　what's　comin'。〃
  Rasmunsen　rolled　the　chopping…block　into　the　cabin　and　carried　in
  the　eggs。　　He　went　about　it　quite　calmly。　　He　took　up　the　hand…axe；
  and；　one　by　one；　chopped　the　eggs　in　half。　　These　halves　he
  examined　carefully　and　let　fall　to　the　floor。　　At　first　he　sampled
  from　the　different　cases；　then　deliberately　emptied　one　case　at　a
  time。　　The　heap　on　the　floor　grew　larger。　　The　coffee　boiled　over
  and　the　smoke　of　the　burning　beefsteak　filled　the　cabin。　　He
  chopped　steadfastly　and　monotonously　till　the　last　case　was
  finished。
  Somebody　knocked　at　the　door；　knocked　again；　and　let　himself　in。
  〃What　a　mess！〃　he　remarked；　as　he　paused　and　surveyed　the　scene。
  The　severed　eggs　were　beginning　to　thaw　in　the　heat　of　the　stove；
  and　a　miserable　odour　was　growing　stronger。
  〃Must　a…happened　on　the　steamer；〃　he　suggested。
  Rasmunsen　looked　at　him　long　and　blankly。
  〃I'm　Murray；　Big　Jim　Murray；　everybody　knows　me；〃　the　man
  volunteered。　　〃I'm　just　hearin'　your　eggs　is　rotten；　and　I'm
  offerin'　you　two　hundred　for　the　batch。　　They　ain't　good　as　salmon；
  but　still　they're　fair　scoffin's　for　dogs。〃
  Rasmunsen　seemed　turned　to　stone。　　He　did　not　move。　　〃You　go　to
  hell；〃　he　said　passionlessly。
  〃Now　just　consider。　　I　pride　myself　it's　a　decent　price　for　a　mess
  like　that；　and　it's　better　'n　nothin'。　　Two　hundred。　　What　you
  say？〃
  〃You　go　to　hell；〃　Rasmunsen　repeated　softly；　〃and　get　out　of　here。〃
  Murray　gaped　with　a　great　awe；　then　went　out　carefully；　backward；
  with　his　eyes　fixed　an　the　other's　face。
  Rasmunsen　followed　him　out　and　turned　the　dogs　loose。　　He　threw
  them　all　the　salmon　he　had　bought；　and　coiled　a　sled…lashing　up　in
  his　hand。　　Then　he　re…entered　the　cabin　and　drew　the　latch　in　after
  him。　　The　smoke　from　the　cindered　steak　made　his　eyes　smart。　　He
  stood　on　the　bunk；　passed　the　lashing　over　the　ridge…pole；　and
  measured　the　swing…off　with　his　eye。　　It　did　not　seem　to　satisfy；
  for　he　put　the　stool　on　the　bunk　and　climbed　upon　the　stool。　　He
  drove　a　noose　in　the　end　of　the　lashing　and　slipped　his　head
  through。　　The　other　end　he　made　fast。　　Then　he　kicked　the　stool　out
  from　under。
  THE　MARRIAGE　OF　LIT…LIT
  When　John　Fox　came　into　a　country　where　whisky　freezes　solid　and
  may　be　used　as　a　paper…weight　for　a　large　part　of　the　year；　he　came
  without　the　ideals　and　illusions　that　usually　hamper　the　progress
  of　more　delicately　nurtured　adventurers。　　Born　and　reared　on　the
  frontier　fringe　of　the　United　States；　he　took　with　him　into　Canada
  a　primitive　cast　of　mind；　an　elemental　simplicity　and　grip　on
  things；　as　it　were；　that　insured　him　immediate　success　in　his　new
  career。　　From　a　mere　servant　of　the　Hudson　Bay　Company；　driving　a
  paddle　with　the　voyageurs　and　carrying　goods　on　his　back　across　the
  portages；　he　swiftly　rose　to　a　Factorship　and　took　charge　of　a
  trading　post　at　Fort　Angelus。
  Here；　because　of　his　elemental　simplicity；　he　took　to　himself　a
  native　wife；　and；　by　reason　of　the　connubial　bliss　that　followed；
  he　escaped　the　unrest　and　vain　longings　that　curse　the