Jees Uck was a young woman when she went back into the North, and men still looked upon her and yearned.  But she lived straight, and no breath was ever raised save in commendation.  She stayed for a while with the good sisters at Holy Cross, where she learned to read and write and became versed in practical medicine and surgery.  After that she returned to her grand log-house and gathered about her the young girls of the Toyaat village, to show them the way of their feet in the world.  It is neither Protestant nor Catholic, this school in the house built by Neil Bonner for Jees Uck, his wife; but the missionaries of all the sects look upon it with equal favour.  The latchstring is always out, and tired prospectors and trail-weary men turn aside from the flowing river or frozen trail to rest there for a space and be warm by her fire.  And, down in the States, Kitty Bonner is pleased at the interest her husband takes in Alaskan education and the large sums he devotes to that purpose; and, though she often smiles and chaffs, deep down and secretly she is but the prouder of him.