Samuel Alexander White

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Samuel Alexander White The Relocation of Montana Creek (1916)

It was beautiful work, a new team galloping where the old had been, done in the flicker of an eye like the shift of a sleight-of-hand artist, and though it spelled defeat for him, Sark could not help but admire the dexterity of the exploit.
“Tom, they’re sure old-timers, all!” he breathed, as his partner hurled his team by the bluff onto the rubble of rough ice which stretched across the Klondike’s mouth clear from Klondike City to Dawson itself, half a mile north on the other bank. “No matter how hard we crowd them, they always have a side-step left. It’s up to Fate and you.
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Samuel Alexander White The Relocation of Montana Creek (1916)

Their axes flashed in the firelight over the lower center stakes, and beyond the scores that Eric saw he knew there were other scores leaping like these as upon an enemy with their ax-blades swinging red in the flames and their souls ablaze in competition. He counted ten men in the dash for Bassett’s claim, three outsiders, Casino, five of Casino’s gang and Tom himself.
Tom and Casino were in the lead. Their axes fell together upon their first stakes, and they were off running side by side, glaring into each other’s faces like two belligerent huskies.
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Samuel Alexander White The Relocation of Montana Creek (1916)

Once into the gloom, Sark could not gage his partner’s progress, but he had seen how the gang was heeling him and he began to have forebodings. He had a half-notion to rush off and back Tom up in the staking, but a wave of wisdom told him that he dared not leave the outfit. A tampering with the unguarded team or sledge might work worse disaster than a loss of time in locating. So all he could do was to sit tight and breathe a prayer after Bassett for a smooth way for his feet.
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