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knew not why。 But anyway she was an unusually pretty girl； he decided；
as the two moved off。 He noted the way of her walk； and recorded the
judgment that he would recognize it after the lapse of a thousand years。
〃Did you see that man with the girl？〃 Kit's neighbour asked him
excitedly。 〃Know who he is？〃
Kit shook his head。
〃Cariboo Charley。 He was just pointed out to me。 He struck it big
on Klondike。 Old timer。 Been on the Yukon a dozen years。 He's just
come out。〃
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〃What's chechaquo mean？〃 Kit asked。
〃You're one； I'm one；〃 was the answer。
〃Maybe I am； but you've got to search me。 What does it mean？〃
〃Tender…foot。〃
On his way back to the beach Kit turned the phrase over and over。 It
rankled to be called tender…foot by a slender chit of a woman。
Going into a corner among the heaps of freight； his mind still filled
with the vision of the Indian with the redoubtable pack； Kit essayed to
learn his own strength。 He picked out a sack of flour which he knew
weighed an even hundred pounds。 He stepped astride of it； reached down；
and strove to get it on his shoulder。 His first conclusion was that one
hundred pounds was the real heavy。 His next was that his back was weak。
His third was an oath； and it occurred at the end of five futile minutes；
when he collapsed on top of the burden with which he was wrestling。 He
mopped his forehead； and across a heap of grub…sacks saw John Bellew
gazing at him； wintry amusement in his eyes。
〃God！〃 proclaimed that apostle of the hard。 〃Out of our loins has
come a race of weaklings。 When I was sixteen I toyed with things like
that。〃
〃You forget； avuncular；〃 Kit retorted； 〃that I wasn't raised on bear…
meat。〃
〃And I'll toy with it when I'm sixty。〃
〃You've got to show me。〃
John Bellew did。 He was forty…eight； but he bent over the sack；
applied a tentative； shifting grip that balanced it； and； with a quick heave；
stood erect； the somersaulted sack of flour on his shoulder。
〃Knack； my boy； knackand a spine。〃
Kit took off his hat reverently。
〃You're a wonder； avuncular； a shining wonder。 D'ye think I can
learn the knack？〃
John Bellew shrugged his shoulders。
〃You'll be hitting the back trail before we get started。〃
〃Never you fear；〃 Kit groaned。 〃There's O'Hara； the roaring lion；
down there。 I'm not going back till I have to。〃
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III。
Kit's first pack was a success。 Up to Finnegan's Crossing they had
managed to get Indians to carry the twenty…five hundred…pound outfit。
From that point their own backs must do the work。 They planned to
move forward at the rate of a mile a day。 It looked easyon paper。
Since John Bellew was to stay in camp and do the cooking； he would be
unable to make more than an occasional pack； so； to each of the three
young men fell the task of carrying eight hundred pounds one mile each
day。 If they made fifty…pound packs； it meant a daily walk of sixteen
miles loaded and of fifteen miles light〃Because we don't back…trip the
last time；〃 Kit explained the pleasant discovery； eighty…pound packs meant
nineteen miles travel each day； and hundred…pound packs meant only
fifteen miles。
〃I don't like walking；〃 said Kit。 〃Therefore I shall carry one hundred
pounds。〃 He caught the grin of incredulity on his uncle's face； and added
hastily： 〃Of course I shall work up to it。 A fellow's got to learn the
ropes and tricks。 I'll start with fifty。〃
He did； and ambled gaily along the trail。 He dropped the sack at the
next camp…site and ambled back。 It was easier than he had thought。 But
two miles had rubbed off the velvet of his strength and exposed the
underlying softness。 His second pack was sixty…five pounds。 It was
more difficult； and he no longer ambled。 Several times； following the
custom of all packers； he sat down on the ground； resting the pack behind
him on a rock or stump。 With the third pack he became bold。 He
fastened the straps to a ninety…five… pound sack of beans and started。 At
the end of a hundred yards he felt that he must collapse。 He sat down
and mopped his face。
〃Short hauls and short rests；〃 he muttered。 〃That's the trick。〃
Sometimes he did not make a hundred yards； and each time he
struggled to his feet for another short haul the pack became undeniably
heavier。 He panted for breath； and the sweat streamed from him。
Before he had covered a quarter of a mile he stripped off his woollen shirt
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and hung it on a tree。 A little later he discarded his hat。 At the end of
half a mile he decided he was finished。 He had never exerted himself so
in his life； and he knew that he was finished。 As he sat and panted； his
gaze fell upon the big revolver and the heavy cartridge…belt。
〃Ten pounds of junk；〃 he sneered； as he unbuckled it。
He did not bother to hang it on a tree； but flung it into the underbush。
And as the steady tide of packers flowed by him； up trail and down； he
noted that the other tender…feet were beginning to shed their shooting
irons。
His short hauls decreased。 At times a hundred feet was all he could
stagger； and then the ominous pounding of his heart against his ear… drums
and the sickening totteriness of his knees compelled him to rest。 And his
rests grew longer。 But his mind was busy。 It was a twenty…eight mile
portage； which represented as many days； and this； by all acco