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. ”
