"You don't look as though you had ever been troubled with sickness.
Never an invalid?"

"N-no."

"And your comrades? They are miners?"

"Never mining in their lives. They worked in the same establishment
with me. That's what makes it so hard, don't you see! We'd known one
another for years! And to go off and leave me just because I couldn't
keep up!"

"My friend," and Frona knew she was speaking for the race, "you are
strong as they. You can work just as hard as they; pack as much. But
you are weak of heart. This is no place for the weak of heart. You
cannot work like a horse because you will not. Therefore the country
has no use for you. The north wants strong men,--strong of soul, not
body. The body does not count. So go back to the States. We do not
want you here. If you come you will die, and what then of| your wife
and babies? So sell out your outfit and go back. You will be home in
three weeks. Good-by."


She passed through Sheep Camp. Somewhere above, a mighty glacier,
under the pent pressure of a subterranean reservoir, had burst asunder
and hurled a hundred thousand tons of ice and water down the rocky
gorge. The trail was yet slippery with the slime of the flood, and men
were rummaging disconsolately in the rubbish of overthrown tents and
caches. But here and there they worked with nervous haste, and the