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The Faith of Men
by Jack London
Contents：
A Relic of the Pliocene
A Hyperborean Brew
The Faith of Men
Too Much Gold
The One Thousand Dozen
The Marriage of Lit…lit
Batard
The Story of Jees Uck
A RELIC OF THE PLIOCENE
I wash my hands of him at the start。 I cannot father his tales；
nor will I be responsible for them。 I make these preliminary
reservations； observe； as a guard upon my own integrity。 I possess
a certain definite position in a small way； also a wife； and for
the good name of the community that honours my existence with its
approval； and for the sake of her posterity and mine； I cannot take
the chances I once did； nor foster probabilities with the careless
improvidence of youth。 So； I repeat； I wash my hands of him； this
Nimrod； this mighty hunter； this homely； blue…eyed； freckle…faced
Thomas Stevens。
Having been honest to myself； and to whatever prospective olive
branches my wife may be pleased to tender me； I can now afford to
be generous。 I shall not criticize the tales told me by Thomas
Stevens； and； further； I shall withhold my judgment。 If it be
asked why； I can only add that judgment I have none。 Long have I
pondered； weighed； and balanced； but never have my conclusions been
twice the sameforsooth！ because Thomas Stevens is a greater man
than I。 If he have told truths； well and good； if untruths； still
well and good。 For who can prove？ or who disprove？ I eliminate
myself from the proposition； while those of little faith may do as
I have donego find the same Thomas Stevens； and discuss to his
face the various matters which； if fortune serve； I shall relate。
As to where he may be found？ The directions are simple： anywhere
between 53 north latitude and the Pole； on the one hand； and； on
the other； the likeliest hunting grounds that lie between the east
coast of Siberia and farthermost Labrador。 That he is there；
somewhere； within that clearly defined territory； I pledge the word
of an honourable man whose expectations entail straight speaking
and right living。
Thomas Stevens may have toyed prodigiously with truth； but when we
first met （it were well to mark this point）； he wandered into my
camp when I thought myself a thousand miles beyond the outermost
post of civilization。 At the sight of his human face； the first in
weary months； I could have sprung forward and folded him in my arms
（and I am not by any means a demonstrative man）； but to him his
visit seemed the most casual thing under the sun。 He just strolled
into the light of my camp； passed the time of day after the custom
of men on beaten trails； threw my snowshoes the one way and a
couple of dogs the other； and so made room for himself by the fire。
Said he'd just dropped in to borrow a pinch of soda and to see if I
had any decent tobacco。 He plucked forth an ancient pipe； loaded
it with painstaking care； and； without as much as by your leave；
whacked half the tobacco of my pouch into his。 Yes； the stuff was
fairly good。 He sighed with the contentment of the just； and
literally absorbed the smoke from the crisping yellow flakes； and
it did my smoker's heart good to behold him。
Hunter？ Trapper？ Prospector？ He shrugged his shoulders No； just
sort of knocking round a bit。 Had come up from the Great Slave
some time since； and was thinking of trapsing over into the Yukon
country。 The factor of Koshim had spoken about the discoveries on
the Klondike； and he was of a mind to run over for a peep。 I
noticed that he spoke of the Klondike in the archaic vernacular；
calling it the Reindeer Rivera conceited custom that the Old
Timers employ against the CHECHAQUAS and all tenderfeet in general。
But he did it so naively and as such a matter of course； that there
was no sting； and I forgave him。 He also had it in view； he said；
before he crossed the divide into the Yukon； to make a little run
up Fort o' Good Hope way。
Now Fort o' Good Hope is a far journey to the north； over and
beyond the Circle； in a place where the feet of few men have trod；
and when a nondescript ragamuffin comes in out of the night； from
nowhere in particular； to sit by one's fire and discourse on such
in terms of 〃trapsing〃 and 〃a little run；〃 it is fair time to rouse
up and shake off the dream。 Wherefore I looked about me； saw the
fly and； underneath； the pine boughs spread for the sleeping furs；
saw the grub sacks； the camera； the frosty breaths of the dogs
circling on the edge of the light； and； above； a great streamer of
the aurora； bridging the zenith from south…east to north…west。 I
shivered。 There is a magic in the Northland night； that steals in
on one like fevers from malarial marshes。 You are clutched and
downed before you are aware。 Then I looked to the snowshoes； lying
prone and crossed where he had flung them。 Also I had an eye to my
tobacco pouch。 Half； at least； of its goodly store had vamosed。
That settled it。 Fancy had not tricked me after all。
Crazed with suffering； I thought； looking steadfastly at the man
one of those wild stampeders； strayed far from his bearings and
wandering like a lost soul through great vastnesses and unknown
deeps。 Oh； well； let his moods slip on； until； mayhap； he gathers
his tangled wits together。 Who knows？the mere sound of a fellow…
creature's voice may bring all straight again。
So I led him on in talk； and soon I marvelled； for he talked of
game and the ways thereof。 He had killed the Siberian wolf of
westernmost Alaska； and the chamois in the secret Rockies。 He
averred he knew the haunts where the last buffalo still roamed；
that he had hung on the flanks of the caribou when they ran by the
hundred thousand； and slept in the Great Barrens on the musk…ox's
winter trail。
And I shifted my judgment accordingly （the first revision； but by
no account the last）； and deemed him a monumental effigy of truth。
Why it was I know not； but the spirit moved me to repeat a tale
told to me by a man who had dwelt in the land too long to know
better。 It was of the great bear that hugs the steep slopes of St
Elias； never descending to the levels of the gentler inclines。 Now
God so constituted this creature for its hillside habitat that the
legs of one side are all of a foot longer than those of the other。
This is mighty convenient； as will be reality admitted。 So I
hunted this rare beast in my own name； told it in the first person；
present tense； painted the requisite locale； gave it the necessary
garnishings and touches of verisimilitude； and looked to see the
man stunned by the recital。
Not he。 Had he doubted； I could have forgiven him。 Had he
objected； denying the dangers of such a hunt by virtue of the
animal's inability to turn about and go the other wayhad he done
this； I say； I could have taken him by the hand for the true
sportsman that he was。 Not he。 He sniffed； looked on me； and
sniffed again； then gave my tobacco due praise； thrust one foot
into my lap； and bade me examine the gear。 It was a MUCLUC of the
Innuit pattern； sewed together with sinew threads； and devoid of
beads or furbelows。 But it was the skin itself that was
remarkable。 In that it was all of half an inch thick； it reminded
me of walrus…hide； but there the resemblance ceased； for no walrus
ever bore so marvellous a growth of hair。 On the side and ankles
this hair was well…nigh worn away； what of friction with underbrush
and snow； but around the top and down the more sheltered back it
was coarse； dirty black； and very thick。 I parted it with
difficulty and looked beneath for the fine fur that is common with
northern animals； but found it in this case to be absent。 This；
however； was compensated for by the length。 Indeed； the tufts that
had survived wear and tear measured all of seven or eight inches。
I looked up into the man's face； and he pulled his foot down and
asked； 〃Fin