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Show 133 it was not too late. Tip wrote the note for me: Sam from the Guardian: Where are you? Hope you got better. I still have the citrus extract. Also have a good fraction on Gold Hill, thanks to you. Your friend, James Erickson Also I remembered a promise I had made to Tip about her mother' s white fur coat. I had said I would get it for her as soon as we reached Dawson City. "Don't worry about it now," Tip said. "On one of our trips to Dawson I will look up the Flower Girls and get it back." Caribou said what we all needed was a spree in Dawson City. "But until v.e strike it rich," he said, "how about a rabbit hunt? That is, as soon as James gets better." I agreed, and he slapped on another mustard plaster. As soon as I recovered, Tip became sick. She vasn' t really sick to anything, but she lay in her bunk and looked at the rafters for two days. Caribou called it "cabin fever" and took her down to Grand Forks to stay with Belinda Mulroney for a week. "We don't want any cabin fever in this cabin," Caribou said. |