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A Daughter Of The Aurora
"You--what you call--lazy mans, you lazy mans would desire me to haf for wife. It is not
good. Nevaire, no, nevaire, will lazy mans my hoosband be."
Thus Joy Molineau spoke her mind to Jack Harrington, even as she had spoken it, but
more tritely and in his own tongue, to Louis Savoy the previous night.
"Listen, Joy--"
"No, no; why moos' I listen to lazy mans? It is vaire bad, you hang rount, make visitation
to my cabin, and do nothing. How you get grub for the famine? Why haf not you the
dust? Odder mans haf plentee."
"But I work hard, Joy. Never a day am I not on trail or up creek. Even now have I just
come off. My dogs are yet tired. Other men have luck and find plenty of gold; but I--I
have no luck."
"Ah! But when this mans with the wife which is Indian, this mans McCormack, when
him discovaire the Klondike, you go not. Odder mans go; odder mans now rich."
"You know I was prospecting over on the head-reaches of the Tanana," Harrington
protested, "and knew nothing of the Eldorado or Bonanza until it was too late."
"That is deeferent; only you are--what you call way off."
"Way off. In the--yes--in the dark. It is nevaire too late. One vaire rich mine is there, on
the creek which is Eldorado. The mans drive the stake and him go 'way. No odddr mans
know what of him become. The mans, him which drive the stake, is nevaire no more.
Sixty days no mans on that claim file the papaire. Then odder mans, plentee odder mans--
what you call--jump that claim. Then they race, O so queek, like the wind, to file the
papaire. Him be vaire rich. Him get grub for famine."
Harrington hid the major portion of his interest.
"When's the time up?" he asked. "What claim is it?"
"So I speak Louis Savoy last night," she continued, ignoring him. "Him I think the
"Hang Louis Savoy!"