A Girl of the Klondike by Victoria Cross

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A GIRL OF THE KLONDIKE

VICTORIA CROSS

"_Quid non mortalia pectora cogis Auri sacra fames?_"

NEW YORK THE MACAULAY COMPANY

_A Girl of the Klondike is now issued in America for the first time by arrangement with the author._

CONTENTS

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CHAPTER I A NIGHT IN TOWN 9

CHAPTER II AT THE WEST GULCH 49

CHAPTER III KATRINE'S NEIGHBOURS 99

CHAPTER IV GOD'S GIFT 167

CHAPTER V GOLD-PLATED 211

CHAPTER VI MAMMON'S PAY 265

L'ENVOI 314

CHAPTER I

A NIGHT IN TOWN

Night had fallen over Alaska--black, uncompromising night; a veil of impenetrable darkness had dropped upon the snow wastes and the ice-fields and the fettered Yukon, sleeping under its ice-chains, and upon the cruel passes where the trails had been made by tracks of blood. Day by day, as long as the light of day--God's glorious gift to man--had lasted, these trails across the passes, between the snowy peaks, the peaks themselves, had been the theatre of hideous scenes of human cruelty, of human lust and greed, of human egoism. Day by day a slow terrible stream of humanity had wound like a dark and sluggish river through these passes, bringing with it sweat and toil and agony, torture and suffering and death. As long as the brilliant sun in the placid azure of the summer heavens above had guided them, bands of men had laboured and fought and struggled over these passes, deaf to all pity or mercy or justice, deaf to all but the clamour of greed within them that was driving them on, trampling down the weak and the old, crushing the fallen, each man clutching and grasping his own, hoarding his strength and even refusing a hand to his neighbour, starving the patient beasts of burden they had brought with them, friends who were willing to share their toil without sharing their reward, driving on the poor staggering strengthless brutes with open knives, and clubbing them to death when they fell beneath their loads with piteous eyes, or leaving them to freeze slowly where they lay, pressing forward, hurrying, fighting, slaughtering, so the men went into the gold camps all the summer, and the passes were the silent witnesses of the horror of it all and of the innocent blood shed. Then Nature herself intervened, and winter came down like a black curtain on the world, and the passes closed up behind the men and were filled with drifts of snow that covered the bones and the blood and the deep miry slides, marked with slipping tracks where struggling, gasping lives had gone out, and the river closed up behind the men and the ice thickened there daily, and the men were in the camps and there was no way out.

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