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Show 126 an egg. She spread thick Eagle Brand frosting between all three layers, topping each with frozen blueberries. She frosted the whole thing, and covered it with shredded coconut. Then she tucked in blueberries throughout the coconut. It looked like a blooming haystack. I will never forget that cake. It was for my fourteenth birthday six months earlier, or for my fifteenth birthday six months away-in case, Tip said, she never made another one. Like eggs, Dawson City had almost everything in the world for a price. Because we had not yet struck it rich, however, we still lived off our supplies, supplementing with berries and an occasional rabbit or duck. And of course, our Saturday night splurge at Grand Forks. Occasionally we ordered a few things from Dawson City, like the eggs, through Belinda Mulroney. Belinda had sled dogs-three malamutes, white as snow, except for little black ears which she kept covered with bonnets. They looked ridiculous. Belinda took her dogs to Dawson City often, bringing back supplies and an occasional letter for the miners around Grand Forks. Once that winter she brought a letter for Caribou. I knew who it was from right away because earlier Tip had found a packet of letters the same size and the same color under his bunk with his guitar. "Who's Josephine?" Tip had demanded, holding up the small |