Frederick R. Bechdolt

Frederick R. Bechdolt

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Portrait of Frederick R. Bechdolt Frederick R. Bechdolt Sealed Orders (1912)

They come and fell straight down on us; they come and rose up from under our feet, and smothered us with dry snow that was as fine as flour; they shoved us back from dead ahead; they knocked us down from astern. Blow! It nigh to blowed the hair off of our heads. Cold! Our cheeks and noses was frost-bit half the time; our fingers would freeze the minute we took off our mittens to ontie a sled rope. And little Jefferey, with his whiskers a fringe of solid ice, stayed with it like a man in a fight that does not know he is licked.
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Portrait of Frederick R. Bechdolt Frederick R. Bechdolt Sealed Orders (1912)

Lad, if ye ever want to know what hard lines is, just try to stand a four-hour watch in the snow, dead tired from being on your feet, and hear a dozen wolves a-yelling at ye from the bush—or mebbe, when the fire has gone low and ye are a-dozing, wake up sudden like and see two or three pair of eyes hard by, like coals in the dark.
“All this lost us more time. And the grub begun to run short. Then I had trouble with Jefferey. Ye have heard of men rowing over grub when there is not enough.
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Portrait of Frederick R. Bechdolt Frederick R. Bechdolt Sealed Orders (1912)

He was as hard as iron and his voice was as cold as ice. And there was that in the way he said it, that made me mind his orders.
“We kept on this way for a matter of five weeks longer. We got down to the last of our grub. And every meal I eat a man's share. And this little Jefferey eat only what would be good for a child. He was growing weak, and he was that gaunted that it was hard to look at him. But he watched me like a hawk all the time, and I had to keep on stowing away good food.
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