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London, Jack, 1876-1916

"The Son of the Wolf"

Never saw a man take on so in my life. And when I said I'd
let him have it, had to yank him out of the snow again. Told him
to consider it in the light of a grubstake. Think he'd have it?
No sir! Swore he'd give me all he found, make me rich beyond the
dreams of avarice, and all such stuff. Now a man who puts his
life and time against a grubstake ordinarily finds it hard enough
to turn over half of what he finds. Something behind all this,
Prince; just you make a note of it. We'll hear of him if he stays
in the country--' 'And if he doesn't?' 'Then my good nature gets
a shock, and I'm sixty some odd ounces out.' The cold weather had
come on with the long nights, and the sun had begun to play his
ancient game of peekaboo along the southern snow line ere aught
was heard of Malemute Kid's grubstake. And then, one bleak
morning in early January, a heavily laden dog train pulled into
his cabin below Stuart River. He of the Otter Skins was there,
and with him walked a man such as the gods have almost forgotten
how to fashion. Men never talked of luck and pluck and
five-hundred-dollar dirt without bringing in the name of Axel
Gunderson; nor could tales of nerve or strength or daring pass up
and down the campfire without the summoning of his presence.


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