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Show 63 I did not mention the Indian trail to Tip. I just dragged our sleds over there-and worked fast, I was glad Tip had picked up a sled because I needed both, I tied the two together and piled on all my supplies. I covered them with canvas and tied them securely. Then I tied the tent behind the sleds. "We lie down on the tent and hold on to the sleds," I instructed. "Scream all the time so others can move out of our way." For a moment I looked back down Chilkoot Pass. I had climbed that mountain for three and a half months, and I was tired of climbing. And I was only sixteen and a half miles closer to the gold. As I stood there, the gold suddenly seemed unimportant. I had climbed Chilkoot Pass. Twenty times I had climbed Chilkoot Pass. Nothing again could ever be impossible. Tip was on her stomach, clutching the back runners of the sled. Her eyes were shut tight, "Ready?" I shouted. "Ready," She began screaming, I pushed the sleds over the mountain rim and jumped on the canvas. We were off. |