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In his sleep he would seem to be sitting- on the rim of
light that encircled man's campfire.
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SILVERSHEENE
KING OF
SLED DOGS
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BY
CLARENCE HAWKES
AUTHOR OF
PEP THE WHITE CZAR
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ILLUSTRATED BY
C HARL £i S
LIVINGSTON
BULL
Springfield, Massachusetts
Copyright,MCMXXIV
By MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY
Springfield, Massachusetts
AJZ Rights Reserved
ALASKA
From The Spell of the Yukon,
by Robert W. Service.
The summer —
no sweeter was ever,
The sunshiny woods all a-thrill;
The grayling a-leap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness
God! how I'm stuck on it all.
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GETTING TOGETHER
CHAPTER I
THE FUGITIVE
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big pine? You take Silversheene and wait
m the road there, and I will go back to the
house and tell them you up."
to pick
"AH right," said the young man. "I
am mighty glad to have met you and I am
awfully sorry to rob you of your dog. I
will take good care of him."
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Go, Silversheene," said the girl between
her sobs as the dog hung back and growled
softly and whined. His mistress finally
had to pick up a stick and pretend to strike
him before he would go along, but even so
he looked back over his shoulder all the
way. The last she saw of him he was dis-
appearing behind a thicket and still looking
back.
"When you get him safe in the automo-
honk three times," she called
bile, to the
young man as they disappeared.
"All right," he called back cheerily.
"Good-bye and good luck. Give my re-
gards to Mike Fogarty when he comes."
The girl hurried back to the farmhouse
and gave the message to the impatient party
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and then watched with tear-filled eyes the
sprain.
He
took off his shoe and began slowly
massaging the ankle, and then he noted that
it was swelling rapidly. He put snow upon
it but that did little to stop the swelling.
Soon it was so badly swollen that he could
not replace the shoe.
Then the full force of his predicament
came home to him. He could not even put
on his shoe, much less step upon his foot.
There was little chance that an automobile
would pass as the track showed that none
had passed since the storm-
It was cold but he did not think he would
The Son of a Wolf 29
A GOOD SHEPHERD
Kidnapped 57
right."
To the surprise of the other man Bill got
you?"
"Him and me are all right now we have
hed our fracas. Why, I ain't sure but what
he would love me him a week."
ef I kept
In this, however, he was mistaken. For
while Silversheene had learned his lesson,
that he could not fight a man with a club,
yet he always ached in his heart to get at
72 Silversheene, King of Sled Dogs
the man and tear his throat open, but he
was too sagacious to show it.
That evening Silversheene was put in a
yard with about a dozen other dogs, nearly
all of whom mourned the loss of their mas-
ters and their homes. Some of them sulked,
but others took it cheerfully.
At first who had always been
Silversheene
a gentleman and associated with aristo-
cratic dogs held aloof, but he finally sur-
rendered to his new conditions and adjusted
himself to his new life.
Every day or two men would come to the
yard where the dogs were kept and look
them over. Then gold would clink between
the strangers and theman called Bill and
some of the dogs would go away. Silver-
sheene wondered where they went, but he
never knew. All he knew was that they
never came back.
Finally in the fortunes of war his own
turn came and he had become so tired of
the yard that he was rather glad. His new
master proved to be a Canuck called Gene
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day.
Henceforth, Silversheene was to learn in
the hard school of experience. He was to
and fame,
And the Varsity of Oregon's the institution's name*
Oregon's the varsity, the only one.
It takes you as a freshman in, and changes all except
your skin,
Then takes you kindly by the fin and turns you out
in life to win.
Oh, Oregon! Oh, Oregon!
Then takes you kindly by the fin and turns you out
in life to win,
self hoarse.
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