A romance of Alaska--treasure house of strange stories of men and women and life in the raw. The old sour dough, “Shorty” Freem, began the serious operation of lighting his pipe. It was serious for two good reasons: first, because the mercury had dropped to fifty below during the afternoon; and, second; because there was some doubt whether he could ignite the old heel that was left in the bowl of the cracked corncob.…
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