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London, Jack, 1876-1916

"The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke"

'First thing George'll give him the flat of a paddle and
send him about his business.' Chief George had been looking pretty black
up to now, but at this he laughed and slapped his knees. He was a husky
beggar and would have used the paddle too.
"'Who's the girls?' I asked Tilly, as we went ripping down the centre in
a reel. And as soon as she told me their names I remembered all about
them from Happy Jack. Had their pedigree down fine--several things he'd
told me that not even their own tribe knew. But I held my hush, and went
on courting Tilly, they a-casting sharp remarks and everybody roaring.
'Bide a wee, Tommy,' I says to myself; 'bide a wee.'
"And bide I did, till the dance was ripe to break up, and Chief George
had brought a paddle all ready for me. Everybody was on the lookout for
mischief when we stopped; but I marched, easy as you please, slap into
the thick of them. The Mission girls cut me up something clever, and for
all I was angry I had to set my teeth to keep from laughing. I turned
upon them suddenly.
"'Are you done?' I asked.
"You should have seen them when they heard me spitting Chinook.


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