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Show "He's crazy." "We're crazy, too," Tip said, "sitting single file on this mountain." "Yes, and we are going to be crazy rich," I said, pulling up a chunk of moss, "if that White Channel just crosses our fraction somewhere." I tried to think of a plan, but the only thing I could think of was how good that moose steak and applesauce had tasted at the Grand Forks Hotel. So on Sunday we went over there and joined the crowd. How Belinda Mulroney, the stout little proprietor, got all that applesauce into the Yukon I will never know, but there was always a graniteware bowl of applesauce on every table. Applesauce prevented scurvy, I soon found out, and I also found out Belinda' s motto: A healthy man is a hungry man. We were enjoying our moose steaks that afternoon when our two neighbors on the right sauntered in. They slumped against the mahogany bar-dirty and tired and bored. When they saw us, they brightened. "Well, if it ain't the six-feet kids," Tall Joe shouted. Everyone looked at us. "What I want to know," Short Joe said, grinning, "is this. Are they going to build a six-foot cabin or just live in an outhouse?" |
