The Magnetic North Part 92
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Suddenly she saw the Big Chap turn away, and, with his back to her, pretend to read the notice on the wall, written in charcoal on a great sheet of brown wrapping-paper:
"MINoOK, April 30.
"To who it may concern:
"Know all men by these presents that I, James McGinty, now of Minook (or Rampart City), Alaska, do hereby give notice of my intention to hold and claim a lien by virtue of the statue in such case----"
He had read so far when Maudie, having jumped down off the bar with her fists full of nuggets, and dodging her admirers, wormed her way to the Colonel. She thrust her small person in between the notice and the reader, and scrutinised the tanned face, on which the Rochester burners shed a flood of light. "You lookin' mighty serious," she said.
"Am I?"
"M-hm! Thinkin' 'bout home sweet home?"
"N-no--not just then."
"Say, I told you 'bout--a--'bout me. You ain't never told me nothin'."
He seemed not to know the answer to that, and pulled at his ragged beard. She leaned back against McGinty's notice, and blurred still more the smudged intention "by virtue of the statue."
"Married, o' course," she said.
"No."
"Widder?"
"No."
"Never hitched up yet?"
He shook his head.
"Never goin' to, I s'pose."
"Oh, I don't know," he laughed, and turned his head over his shoulder to the curious scene between them and the bar. It was suddenly as if he had never seen it before; then, while Maudie waited, a little scornful, a little kind, his eyes went through the window to the pink and orange sunrise. As some change came over the Colonel's face, "She died!" said Maudie.
"No--no--she didn't die;" then half to himself, half to forestall Maudie's crude probing, "but I lost her," he finished.
"Oh, you lost her!"
He stood, looking past the ugliness within to the morning majesty without. But it was not either that he saw. Maudie studied him.
"Guess you ain't give up expectin' to find her some day?"
"No--no, not quite."
"Humph! Did you guess you'd find her here?"
"No," and his absent smile seemed to remove him leagues away. "No, not here."
"I could a' told you----" she began savagely. "I don't know for certain whether any--what you call good women come up here, but I'm dead sure none stay."
"When do you leave for home, Maudie?" he said gently.
But at the flattering implication the oddest thing happened. As she stood there, with her fists full of gold, Maudie's eyes filled. She turned abruptly and went out. The crowd began to melt away. In half an hour only those remained who had more hootch than they could carry off the premises. They made themselves comfortable on the floor, near the stove, and the greatest night Minook had known was ended.
CHAPTER XVIII
A MINERS' MEETING
"Leiden oder triumphiren Hammer oder Amboss sein."--Goethe.
In a good-sized cabin, owned by Bonsor, down near the A. C., Judge Corey was administering Miners' Law. The chief magistrate was already a familiar figure, standing on his dump at Little Minook, speculatively chewing and discussing "glayshal action," but most of the time at the Gold Nugget, chewing still, and discussing more guardedly the action some Minook man was threatening to bring against another. You may treat a glacier cavalierly, but Miners' Law is a serious matter. Corey was sitting before a deal table, littered with papers strewn round a central bottle of ink, in which a steel pen stuck upright. The Judge wore his usual dilapidated business suit of brown cheviot that had once been snuff-coloured and was now a streaky drab. On his feet, stretched out under the magisterial table till they joined the jury, a pair of moccasins; on his grizzled head a cowboy hat, set well back. He could spit farther than any man in Minook, and by the same token was a better shot. They had unanimously elected him Judge.
The first-comers had taken possession of the chairs and wooden stools round the stove. All the later arrivals, including Keith and his friends, sat on the floor.
"There's a good many here."
"They'll keep comin' as long as a lean man can scrouge in."
"Yes," said Keith, "everybody's got to come, even if it's only the usual row between pardners, who want to part and can't agree about dividing the outfit."
"Got to come?"
Keith laughed. "That's the way everybody feels. There'll be a debate and a chance to cast a vote. Isn't your true-born American always itching to hold a meeting about something?"
"Don't know about that," said McGinty, "but I do know there's more things happens in a minute to make a man mad in Alaska, than happens in a year anywhere else." And his sentiment was loudly applauded. The plaintiff had scored a hit.
"I don't know but two partners.h.i.+ps," the ex-Governor was saying, "of all those on my s.h.i.+p and on the Muckluck and the May West--just two, that have stood the Alaska strain. Everyone that didn't break on the boats, or in camp, went to smash on the trail."
They all admitted that the trail was the final test. While they smoked and spat into or at the stove, and told trail yarns, the chief magistrate arranged papers, conferred with the clerk and another man, wrinkled deeply his leathery forehead, consulted his Waterbury, and shot tobacco-juice under the table.
"Another reason everybody comes," whispered Keith, "is because the side that wins always takes the town up to the Nugget and treats to hootch.
Whenever you see eighty or ninety more drunks than usual, you know there's either been a stampede or else justice has been administered."
"Ain't Bonsor late?" asked someone.
"No, it's a quarter of."
"Why do they want Bonsor?"
"His case on the docket--McGinty v. Burt Bonsor, proprietor of the Gold Nugget."
"If they got a row on----"
"If they got a row? Course they got a row. Weren't they pardners?"
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