This is Miss Robins's most famous novel, the only great novel in which Polar adventure plays a part. A tale of unsuccessful gold seekers in the Klondike. Grim, gaunt, vivid, and interesting.
-and that little pot o' Dundee marmalade. As for O'Flynn, he would look after the "dimmi-john."
But Mac was dead against the whisky clause. Alcohol had been the curse of Caribou, and in this camp spirits were to be for medicinal purposes only. Whereon a cloud descended on Mr. O'Flynn, and his health began to suffer; but the precious demi-john was put away "in stock" along with the single bottles belonging to the others. Mac had taken an inventory, and no one in those early days dared touch anything without his permission.
They had cut into the mountain-side for a level foundation, and were hard at it now hauling logs.
"I wonder," said the Boy, stopping a moment in his work, and looking at the bleak prospect round him--"I wonder if we're going to see anybody all winter."
"Oh, sure to," Mac thought; "Indians, anyhow."
"Well, I begin to wish they'd mosy along," said Potts; and the sociable O'Flynn backed him up.
It was towards noon on the sixth day after landing