steering oar, and headed the boat for the plunge. Several minutes later, half-swamped and lying aga...
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"What's a hog-walloping snooper, Shorty?" Kit asked. "Blamed if I know," was the answer; "but he's ...
walked the six hundred miles over the ice to Dyea. Smoke met Shorty in the warm saloon, and found t...
underbush. And as the steady tide of packers flowed by him, up trail and down, he noted that the ot...
the mad philosopher--"the transvaluation of values." In truth, he was less interested in staking a ...
attended by a young squaw. He sniffed the coffee and looked back to the girl. "I'm a chechaquo," h...
"How long since we started up the creek?" she asked. "Fully two hours," Smoke answered. "And two h...
"Too late," Lute answered lightly. "No more stock quotations for you. Planchette is adjourned, and ...
his chin. Suddenly he sat upright. "Bill!" he called sharply. "Now, listen to me, Bill; d'ye hear!...
Chris lay on his back, his head propped by the bare jutting wall of stone, his gaze attentively dir...
He opened his shirt and felt himself, front and back, on his left side. "Went clean through, and no...
Smoke Bellew by Jack London Contents THE TASTE OF THE MEAT THE MEAT THE STAMPEDE TO SQUAW CREEK...
never to be more to each other? Oh, it is good just to love, I know--you have made me madly happy; ...
it down and managed to articulate: "How old are you?" "I have reason to believe-" "I know. Twenty...
Lute's lips. One hind leg of the mare seemed to collapse, and for a moment the whole quivering body...