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Show 87 Chapter 8: City Of Gold Tip and I spent several days at the Whitehorse Rapids repairing our raft. We found two oars and a poling log that had washed ashore, possibly our own, but we had to trade a slab of bacon for a steering oar. We made a new mount for the steering oar from wreckage strewn about, but we did not replace the mast and sail. We would depend upon the river' s current the remainder of the journey. Daily we checked the beach for our Yukon stove, but if it washed ashore, we never found it. We traded our last bottle of eucalyptus oil for one from a man who had three. "No doubt our own," Tip said, sighing. I did not complain, however, because all our supplies were intact. |