THE TOIL OF TRAD TRAIL
Thirty days from the time it left Dawson, the Salt Water Mail, with Bud his mates at the fore, arrived at Skaguay. They were in a wretched state, worn out and worn down. Bucks one hundred and forty pounds had dwio one hundred and fifteen. The rest of his mates, though lighter dogs, had relatively lost more weight than he. Pike, the malingerer, who, in his lifetime of deceit, had often successfully feigned a hurt leg, was now limping in ear. Sol-leks was limping, and Dub was suffering from a wrenched shoulder blade.
They were all terribly footsore. N or rebound was left iheir feet fell heavily orail, jarring their bodies and doubling the fatigue of a days travel. There was nothing the matter with them except that they were dead tired. It was not the dead tiredhat es through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead tiredhat es through the slorolorength drainage of months of toil. Ther……（内容加载失败！）
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