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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: Montana Kid was such a one. Heading for the sea-coast, with a
haste several sheriff's posses might possibly have explained, and
with more nerve than coin of the realm, he succeeded in shipping
from a Puget Sound port, and managed to survive the contingent
miseries of steerage sea-sickness and steerage grub. He was
rather sallow and drawn, but still his own indomitable self, when
he landed on the Dyea beach one day in the spring of the year.
Between the cost of dogs, grub, and outfits, and the customs
exactions of the two clashing governments, it speedily penetrated
to his understanding that the Northland was anything save a poor
man's Mecca. So he cast about him in search of quick harvests.
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