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and doubled him up at two…hour intervals。 But the Factor at
Selkirk had a notice on the door of the Post to the effect that no
steamer had been up the Yukon for two years； and in consequence
grub was beyond price。 He offered to swap flour； however； at the
rate of a cupful of each egg； but Rasmunsen shook his head and hit
the trail。 Below the Post he managed to buy frozen horse hide for
the dogs； the horses having been slain by the Chilkat cattle men；
and the scraps and offal preserved by the Indians。 He tackled the
hide himself； but the hair worked into the bean sores of his mouth；
and was beyond endurance。
Here at Selkirk he met the forerunners of the hungry exodus of
Dawson； and from there on they crept over the trail； a dismal
throng。 〃No grub！〃 was the song they sang。 〃No grub； and had to
go。〃 〃Everybody holding candles for a rise in the spring。〃 〃Flour
dollar 'n a half a pound； and no sellers。〃
〃Eggs？〃 one of them answered。 〃Dollar apiece； but there ain't
none。〃
Rasmunsen made a rapid calculation。 〃Twelve thousand dollars；〃 he
said aloud。
〃Hey？〃 the man asked。
〃Nothing；〃 he answered； and MUSHED the dogs along。
When he arrived at Stewart River； seventy from Dawson； five of his
dogs were gone； and the remainder were falling in the traces。 He；
also； was in the traces； hauling with what little strength was left
in him。 Even then he was barely crawling along ten miles a day。
His cheek…bones and nose； frost…bitten again and again； were turned
bloody…black and hideous。 The thumb； which was separated from the
fingers by the gee…pole； had likewise been nipped and gave him
great pain。 The monstrous moccasin still incased his foot； and
strange pains were beginning to rack the leg。 At Sixty Mile； the
last beans； which he had been rationing for some time； were
finished； yet he steadfastly refused to touch the eggs。 He could
not reconcile his mind to the legitimacy of it； and staggered and
fell along the way to Indian River。 Here a fresh…killed moose and
an open…handed old…timer gave him and his dogs new strength； and at
Ainslie's he felt repaid for it all when a stampede； ripe from
Dawson in five hours； was sure he could get a dollar and a quarter
for every egg he possessed。
He came up the steep bank by the Dawson barracks with fluttering
heart and shaking knees。 The dogs were so weak that he was forced
to rest them； and； waiting； he leaned limply against the gee…pole。
A man； an eminently decorous…looking man； came sauntering by in a
great bearskin coat。 He glanced at Rasmunsen curiously； then
stopped and ran a speculative eye over the dogs and the three
lashed sleds。
〃What you got？〃 he asked。
〃Eggs；〃 Rasmunsen answered huskily； hardly able to pitch his voice
above a whisper。
〃Eggs！ Whoopee！ Whoopee！〃 He sprang up into the air； gyrated
madly； and finished with half…a…dozen war steps。 〃You don't say
all of 'em？〃
〃All of 'em。〃
〃Say； you must be the Egg Man。〃 He walked around and viewed
Rasmunsen from the other side。 〃Come； now； ain't you the Egg Man？〃
Rasmunsen didn't know； but supposed he was； and the man sobered
down a bit。
〃What d'ye expect to get for 'em？〃 he asked cautiously。
Rasmunsen became audacious。 〃Dollar 'n a half；〃 he said。
〃Done！〃 the man came back promptly。 〃Gimme a dozen。〃
〃II mean a dollar 'n a half apiece；〃 Rasmunsen hesitatingly
explained。
〃Sure。 I heard you。 Make it two dozen。 Here's the dust。〃
The man pulled out a healthy gold sack the size of a small sausage
and knocked it negligently against the gee…pole。 Rasmunsen felt a
strange trembling in the pit of his stomach； a tickling of the
nostrils； and an almost overwhelming desire to sit down and cry。
But a curious； wide…eyed crowd was beginning to collect； and man
after man was calling out for eggs。 He was without scales； but the
man with the bearskin coat fetched a pair and obligingly weighed in
the dust while Rasmunsen passed out the goods。 Soon there was a
pushing and shoving and shouldering； and a great clamour。
Everybody wanted to buy and to be served first。 And as the
excitement grew； Rasmunsen cooled down。 This would never do。
There must be something behind the fact of their buying so eagerly。
It would be wiser if he rested first and sized up the market。
Perhaps eggs were worth two dollars apiece。 Anyway； whenever he
wished to sell； he was sure of a dollar and a half。 〃Stop！〃 he
cried； when a couple of hundred had been sold。 〃No more now。 I'm
played out。 I've got to get a cabin； and then you can come and see
me。〃
A groan went up at this； but the man with the bearskin coat
approved。 Twenty…four of the frozen eggs went rattling in his
capacious pockets； and he didn't care whether the rest of the town
ate or not。 Besides； he could see Rasmunsen was on his last legs。
〃There's a cabin right around the second corner from the Monte
Carlo；〃 he told him〃the one with the sody…bottle window。 It
ain't mine； but I've got charge of it。 Rents for ten a day and
cheap for the money。 You move right in； and I'll see you later。
Don't forget the sody…bottle window。〃
〃Tra…la…loo！〃 he called back a moment later。 〃I'm goin' up the
hill to eat eggs and dream of home。〃
On his way to the cabin； Rasmunsen recollected he was hungry and
bought a small supply of provisions at the N。 A。 T。 & T。 store
also a beefsteak at the butcher shop and dried salmon for the dogs。
He found the cabin without difficulty； and left the dogs in the
harness while he started the fire and got the coffee under way。
A dollar 'n a half apieceone thousand dozeneighteen thousand
dollars！〃 he kept muttering it to himself； over and over； as he
went about his work。
As he flopped the steak into the frying…pan the door opened。 He
turned。 It was the man with the bearskin coat。 He seemed to come
in with determination； as though bound on some explicit errand； but
as he looked at Rasmunsen an expression of perplexity came into his
face。
〃I saynow I say〃 he began； then halted。
Rasmunsen wondered if he wanted the rent。
〃I say； damn it； you know； them eggs is bad。〃
Rasmunsen staggered。 He felt as though some one had struck him an
astounding blow between the eyes。 The walls of the cabin reeled
and tilted up。 He put out his hand to steady himself and rested it
on the stove。 The sharp pain and the smell of the burning flesh
brought him back to himself。
〃I see；〃 he said slowly； fumbling in his pocket for the sack。 〃You
want your money back。〃
〃It ain't the money；〃 the man said； 〃but hain't you got any eggs
good？〃
Rasmunsen shook his head。 〃You'd better take the money。〃
But the man refused and backed away。 〃I'll come back；〃 he said；
〃when you've taken stock； and get what's comin'。〃
Rasmunsen rolled the chopping…block into the cabin and carried in
the eggs。 He went about it quite calmly。 He took up the hand…axe；
and； one by one； chopped the eggs in half。 These halves he
examined carefully and let fall to the floor。 At first he sampled
from the different cases； then deliberately emptied one case at a
time。 The heap on the floor grew larger。 The coffee boiled over
and the smoke of the burning beefsteak filled the cabin。 He
chopped steadfastly and monotonously till the last case was
finished。
Somebody knocked at the door； knocked again； and let himself in。
〃What a mess！〃 he remarked； as he paused and surveyed the scene。
The severed eggs were beginning to thaw in the heat of the stove；
and a miserable odour was growing stronger。
〃Must a…happened on the steamer；〃 he suggested。
Rasmunsen looked at him long and blankly。
〃I'm Murray； Big Jim Murray； everybody knows me；〃 the man
volunteered。 〃I'm just hearin' your eggs is rotten； and I'm
offerin' you two hundred for the batch。 They ain't good as salmon；
but still they're fair sc