ow the timbers strained and cracked and tore apart as the relentless icecontinued its crushing advance. Four difficult days, but I knocked down a majestic beast, and as wepacked the head and tusks for shipping I said offhandedly: ”Now I'll finish off witha caribou and I'll have my Big Eight. He had braved the Yukon Flats in a blizzard; he had fought his way up the frozenYukon past Eagle; he had slaved around, then shouted totwo Mounties who were checking the numbers of the boats that made it: 'Exit fromthe canyon.
er husband, Tom Venn, who for more than adecade had supervised the company's chain of salmon canneries. But the real secret? Look at that prow!' It was treble thick, fortifiedby oak and ironwood, and capable, said the proud marine architects who devised it,'of breaking its way through any ice it faces. The men thanked him for his responses and reiterated that he himself was not underinvestigation: 'We have no so They had not driftedinto the snowbanks of the north; they had come impelled by great visions, noble aspirations,and although mos
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