Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-05

the Grass Roots Down, Hundred
 Dollars to the Pan.'
 pulled out a gold sack the size of al bologna sausage and thumped 1t down. on the bar Doc Watson thumped his. own sack alongside.
 Hold on!" Daylight cried. Beetles
 right. and I want In on this T bet five hundred that sixty days from nov
 pull up at the Tivoli door with the Dyea mail"
 A skeptical roar went up. and doz-
 en men pulled out their sacks.
 "Of course he'll make it." Kearns
 whispered in Bettles ear And there's five hundred Daylight's back in sixty days" he added aloud.
 Billy Rawlins closed with the wager, and Bottles hugged Kearns ecstatical- i ly.
 By Yupiter, ! ban take that bet, l Olaf Henderson said. dragging, Day
 light away from Bottles and Kearns. Winner pays!" Daylight shouted, | closing the wager. And I'm sure go i Ing to win. and sixty days is long | time between drinks. so pay now. | Name your brand, you hochinoos!
 Name your brandt"
 ! Somebody opened the outer door. A vague gray light filtered in
 Burning Daylight, Burning Day light" some one called warningly.
 Daylight paused for nothing. head ing for the door and pulling down his ! ear-faps. Kama stood outside by the sled. & long. marrow affair. sixteen ! inches wide and seven and half feet | in length, it's slated bottom raised six 1 inches above the steel-shod runners. i On 1t, lashed with thongs of moose
 hide, were the light canvas bags that ' contained the mail, and the food and 1 gear for dogs and men. In front of | 1t, in a single line, lay curled five 1 frost-rimmed dogs. They were husk- ! les, matched in size and color, all un- i usually large and all gray. From their cruel jaws to their bushy tails they were as like as peas in their likeness I.to timber wolves Wolves they were. domesticated, it was true. but wolves
 in appearance and in all their charac- teristics. On top the sled load, thrust
 under the lashings and ready for im- mediate use, were two pairs of snow
 shoes Daylight was saying good-by to those who clustered. around him. The Virgin wanted to kiss him, and, fuddled slightly though he was with the whisky. he saw his way out with out compromising with the apron string. He kissed the Virgin, but he
 kissed the other three women with equal partiality He pulled on his
 long mittens, reused the dogs to their feet. and took his place at the gee pole.
 'Mush, you beautiesi" he cried.
 The animals threw their weights against their breastbands on the In- stant, erouching low to the snow and digging in their claws. They whined eagerly, and before the sled had gone half a dozen lengths both Daylight, and Kama Gin the rear) were running to keep up. And so, running. man and dogs dipped over the bank and down to the frozen bed of the Yukon, and in ! the gray light were gone. On the river, where was a packed trail and where snowshoes were unnecessary, the dogs averaged six miles an hour. To keep up with them. the two men were compelled to run. Daylight and Kama relieved each other regularly at the gee-pole, for hero was the hard work of steering the flying sled and of keeping in advance of it. The man relieved dropped behind the sled, oe- casionally leaping upon 1t and resting As if through wall. Daylight had passed from the hum and roar of the Tiyoh into another world-a world of silence and immobility. Nothing stirred. The Yukon slept under a coat of ice three feet thick.
 The cold snap continued. Only men of Iron kept the trail at such low temperatures. and Kama and Day light were picked men of their races. But Kama knew the other was the bet ter man. and thus at the start, he was himself fcredoomed to defeat. Not that he slackened his effort or willing ness b. the slightest degree. but that he was beaten by the burden he oar- ried ir his mind His attitude toward Daylight was worshipful stoical. tae-| itusn. proud of his physical prUTees. be found all these qualities incaTnatsd ip his white companion