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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: gave out, and we ate the dogs. Dogs gave out, and we ate
harnesses, moccasins, and furs. Never a whimper; never a pick-me-
up-and-carry-me. Before we went she said look out for grub, but
when it happened, never a I-told-you-so. 'Never mind, Tommy,'
she'd say, day after day, that weak she could bare lift a snow-
shoe and her feet raw with the work. 'Never mind. I'd sooner be
flat-bellied of hunger and be your woman, Tommy, than have a
potlach every day and be Chief George's klooch.' George was chief
of the Chilcoots, you know, and wanted her bad.
"Great days, those. Was a likely chap myself when I struck the
coast. Jumped a whaler, the Pole Star, at Unalaska, and worked my
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