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"e young coxswain. \"We are all ready,\" interposed Charles Hardy, by way of hurrying the old sailor's movements. The old man was not to be hurried; and when he saw what an excitement the boys were in, he made them sit still, and not speak a word for two minutes. CHAPTER VII GIVE WAY TOGETHER \"No hurry, boys; we've got the whole arternoon afore us,\" said the old salt, when he had cooled them off. \"You've got some things to larn. You can't row yet no more'n a codfish can go up a ladder. You don't know how.\" \"I think we can row, Uncle Ben,\" said Charles uneasily. \"I know you can't. If you don't want to larn, say so, and I'll make the boat fast to the stake again,\" added the old boatman sharply, as though he meant what he said. \"We do! We do!\" protested the boys with one voice. \"Then be quiet, and keep your ear-ports wide open. The boy next to the bow is the bowman. The stroke oarsman is the one farthest aft, or nearest the starn. Each on 'em has a boat-hook. Now take 'em, and shove her off.",
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". Also is it a true answer. And after that never again do I care for money. For that day a large wisdom came to me. There was a great light, and I saw clear, and I knew that it was not for money that a man must live, but for a happiness that no man can give, or buy, or sell, and that is beyond all value of all money in the world. \"In the morning we come upon the last-night camp of the man who is before us. It is a poor camp, the kind a man makes who is hungry and without strength. On the snow there are pieces of blanket and of canvas, and I know what has happened. His dogs have eaten their harness, and he has made new harness out of his blankets. The man and woman stare hard at what is to be seen, and as I look at them my back feels the chill as of a cold wind against the skin. Their eyes are toil-mad and hunger-mad, and burn like fire deep in their heads. Their faces are like the faces of people who have died of hunger, and their cheeks are black with the dead flesh of many freezings.",
"OW IT IS A FOOLISH ANSWER ALSO IS IT A TRUE ANSWER AND AFTER THAT NEVER AGAIN DO I CARE FOR MONEY FOR THAT DAY A LARGE WISDOM CAME TO ME THERE WAS A GREAT LIGHT AND I SAW CLEAR AND I KNEW THAT IT WAS NOT FOR MONEY THAT A MAN MUST LIVE BUT FOR A HAPPINESS THAT NO MAN CAN GIVE OR BUY OR SELL AND THAT IS BEYOND ALL VALUE OF ALL MONEY IN THE WORLD IN THE MORNING WE COME UPON THE LAST NIGHT CAMP OF THE MAN WHO IS BEFORE US IT IS A POOR CAMP THE KIND A MAN MAKES WHO IS HUNGRY AND WITHOUT STRENGTH ON THE SNOW THERE ARE PIECES OF BLANKET AND OF CANVAS AND I KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED HIS DOGS HAVE EATEN THEIR HARNESS AND HE HAS MADE NEW HARNESS OUT OF HIS BLANKETS THE MAN AND WOMAN STARE HARD AT WHAT IS TO BE SEEN AND AS I LOOK AT THEM MY BACK FEELS THE CHILL AS OF A COLD WIND AGAINST THE SKIN THEIR EYES ARE TOIL MAD AND HUNGER MAD AND BURN LIKE FIRE DEEP IN THEIR HEADS THEIR FACES ARE LIKE THE FACES OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED OF HUNGER AND THEIR CHEEKS ARE BLACK WITH THE DEAD FLESH OF MANY FREEZINGS"
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"THEN I THINK IT IS A MAN THEY TRY TO FIND BUT WHAT MAN NEVER DO WE SEE THE MAN YET THEY ARE LIKE WOLVES ON THE TRAIL OF THE KILL BUT THEY ARE FUNNY WOLVES SOFT WOLVES BABY WOLVES WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE WAY OF THE TRAIL THEY CRY ALOUD IN THEIR SLEEP AT NIGHT IN THEIR SLEEP THEY MOAN AND GROAN WITH THE PAIN OF THEIR WEARINESS AND IN THE DAY AS THEY STAGGER ALONG THE TRAIL THEY CRY UNDER THEIR BREATHS THEY ARE FUNNY WOLVES WE PASS FORT YUKON"
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"NOW WE ARE THREE HUNDRED YARDS AWAY WE GO VERY SLOW MAYBE IN TWO THREE HOURS WE GO ONE MILE WE DO NOT WALK ALL THE TIME WE FALL DOWN WE STAND UP AND STAGGER TWO STEPS MAYBE THREE STEPS THEN WE FALL DOWN AGAIN AND ALL THE TIME I MUST HELP UP THE MAN AND WOMAN SOMETIMES THEY RISE TO THEIR KNEES AND FALL FORWARD MAYBE FOUR OR FIVE TIMES BEFORE THEY CAN GET TO THEIR FEET AGAIN AND STAGGER TWO OR THREE STEPS AND FALL"
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"uctive address, in regard to a proper supervision of the reading of the girls and boys. It was only the other day that one of the ablest and most successful masters of the public schools in this part of the city told me that he did not regard the establishment of public libraries in our towns and cities as wholly a benefit and a blessing to the communities, for the reason that some of them supply the young with books of doubtful tendency. I am glad, therefore, to know that the management of our public libraries and the selection of the books are in the hands of those who are fully awake to the responsibilities of their important positions. Mr. Mayor, the mention by you of the name under which I have been in the habit of writing suggests that I may say now what I had on my mind, but did not intend to utter on this occasion. In one of the wall pews which were on my left before this church was remodelled, as a teacher in the Sunday-school connected with this parish, I had a class of boys.",
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