Connie Morgan in Alaska

crack dog teams of Alaska. For Connie has set his heart upon winning the great Alaska Sweepstakes-the grandest and most excit

icrous and ill-assorted three-dog team ever assembled; and he is never so hap

gs to save any one of them. For it was the fine courage and loyalty of this misfit team that enabled him to beat out the Ten Bow stampede and file on "On

thing but make money. So when the news came of gold-bright, yellow gold lying loose on the floors of creeks up among the snows of the Arctic-S

the long trails without a murmur. But in spite of his dogged persistence and unflagging toil he never made a strike. He was in the van of

ecame a byword for ill-luck throughout

ntment from an empty hole driven deep into frozen gravel, and w

other men's bonds, and his cheery smile made long trails less long. It was told in the camps that on one occasion, during a blizzard, he divided his last pi

not Sam Morgan happened along and found her; and of how, after eight hundred miles of winter trail, he came upon him in Candle, and of the great man-fight that took place there on the hard-packed snow; of the tight clamp of the square jaw, and the terrib

he rough men upon the edges of the world. It is the silent, smiling men who stand for jus

ail bends sharply around a shoulder of naked rock, with a sheer drop of five hundred feet to the boulder-strewn floor of the creek bed. "Just Sam Morgan's luck," they whisper. "The only place on the whole hundred and

orth ceased coming, Sam Mor

n fifteen-year-old Connie returned to the empty cottage from the bleak little cemete

his pocket, together with a few trinkets that had belonged to his mother, left the cottage and started in search of Sam Morgan. He l

eart and a strange lump in his throat, passed quietly out of the famil

d unnoticed among the boisterous men who crowded the shore. As the boat swung out into

and noticing for the first time the forlorn little figure wh

nny, where

d the smiling man. "I've come t

is your

here-so

Anvik, y

Alas

ce, and he noted the threadbare cloth overcoat, and the bare

ur father's

Mor

tarted and an exclama

with expectation, and the man found the st

ore. Maybe some of the boys know him." And he turned and hurried

the boat. He is hunting for his dad." The men ceased their talk and looked

l parts of the room men repeated the words

k, with a shake of the head. "You

you, Waseche Bil

oor opened and the boy entered. An awkward hush fell upon them-the fifty rough, fur-clad men whose bearded faces stared at him from the gloom o

and offering a great hairy hand. The boy took the hand

swered. "Do you k

ow him! There ain't a man 'tween here an' Dawson don't know Sam Mo

Anvik?" the boy asked

gan at? Do you know?" Thus Pete shifted the responsibility. But

whe's," with a sweep of his arm in the dir

hers added, "Sam M

the boy, and again the men l

go 'long of us. Sam's cabin's at Hesitation. But yo' cain't go 'long in

ney. Eight dollars!" exclaimed the boy, proudly producing a wo

a man laughed. Waseche Bill placed his

sappointment with which the boy eyed his hoard, and hastened to proceed: "But don't yo' fret none. It's lucky yo' chanced 'long heah, 'cause I

it!" The others had taken their cue, and it seemed to the bewildere

gasped. "Is father rich? Ha

t, he is counted the most unlucky man in the North-in some ways." He turned his head. "But

light. "Did my father do some great thing?" Th

ha' to. He was great!" And by the emphasis which the bluff old

hen the little shoulders stiffened under the thin overcoat, the hands dropped to his side and clenched, and the square jaw set firm-as Sam Morgan's had

d. I think he would have liked it so." Suddenly the low-ceilinged room rang

ked it!" yelled t

it clean through. It looks f'om heah like Sam'

h Waseche Bill, Dick Colton, and Scotty McCollough, Sam Morgan's boy was

as they sat close about the camp fire, he never tired of listening as the men told him of his father. His heart swelled with pride, and in his breast grew a gr

e made new friends at every camp. And so it was th

McCollough, who was the storekeeper. Many a man went out of his way to trade

is father lay buried. The two stood long at the side of the snow-covered mound, at the head of whi

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indly hand on th

Alaska. It takes a mighty big man to fill that there description in thi