’But he’s a fellow to whet your curiosity.  I’ve heard of him.  All the coast wondered about him eight years ago.  Sort of mysterious, you know.  He came down out of the North in the dead of winter, many a thousand miles from here, skirting Bering Sea and traveling as though the devil were after him.  No one ever learned where he came from, but he must have come far.  He was badly travel-worn when he got food from the Swedish missionary on Golovin Bay and asked the way south.  We heard of all this afterward.  Then he abandoned the shore line, heading right across Norton Sound.  Terrible weather, snowstorms and high winds, but he pulled through where a thousand other men would have died, missing St. Michaels and making the land at Pastilik.  He’d lost all but two dogs, and was nearly gone with starvation.

’He was so anxious to go on that Father Roubeau fitted him out with grub; but he couldn’t let him have any dogs, for he was only waiting my arrival, to go on a trip himself.  Mr. Ulysses knew too much to start on without animals, and fretted around for several days.  He had on his sled a bunch of beautifully cured otter skins, sea otters, you know, worth their weight in gold.  There was also at Pastilik an old Shylock of a Russian trader, who had dogs to kill.  Well, they didn’t dicker very long, but when the Strange One headed south again, it was in the rear of a spanking dog team.  Mr. Shylock, by the way, had the otter skins.  I saw them, and they were magnificent.  We figured it up and found the dogs brought him at least five hundred apiece.  And it wasn’t as if the Strange One didn’t know the value of sea otter; he was an Indian of some sort, and what little he talked showed he’d been among white men.

’After the ice passed out of the sea, word came up from Nunivak Island that he’d gone in there for grub.  Then he dropped from sight, and this is the first heard of him in eight years.  Now where did he come from? and what was he doing there? and why did he come from there?  He’s Indian, he’s been nobody knows where, and he’s had discipline, which is unusual for an Indian.  Another mystery of the North for you to solve, Prince.’  ’Thanks awfully, but I’ve got too many on hand as it is,’ he replied.

Malemute Kid was already breathing heavily; but the young mining engineer gazed straight up through the thick darkness, waiting for the strange orgasm which stirred his blood to die away.  And when he did sleep, his brain worked on, and for the nonce he, too, wandered through the white unknown, struggled with the dogs on endless trails, and saw men live, and toil, and die like men.  The next morning, hours before daylight, the dog drivers and policemen pulled out for Dawson.  But the powers that saw to Her Majesty’s interests and ruled the destinies of her lesser creatures gave the mailmen little rest, for a week later they appeared at Stuart River, heavily burdened with letters for Salt Water.

However, their dogs had been replaced by fresh ones; but, then, they were dogs.