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"It was a hard day's run, up the Canyon, through Sheep Camp, past the Scales and the timber line, across glaciers and snowdrifts hundreds of feet deep, and over the great Chilcoot Divide, which stands between the salt water and the fresh and guards forbiddingly the sad and lonely North.
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| Jack London, Call of the Wild |
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Jack London, (1876-1916) the San Francisco novelist who wrote so eloquently about Alaska at the turn of the century, tells in one of his stories how he raced from Skagway out to a remote camp where his friend was dying. For the first 24 hours five huskies pulled his sled at top speed, but then two dogs ran off and he was slowed proportionately, reaching the camp 48 hours later than planned. If the huskies had stayed in harness for another 100 miles, London wrote, he would have made it on time. How far away was the camp? |
