human
FOSTER C. PORTNEY.
gpt
Oh, Earl, let's go! burst from Randy's lips as he finished the long letter.
human
This is just what I've been waiting for. Let's go to Alaska and make our fortunes!
gpt
Go to Alaska and be frozen to death, you mean, replied Earl; yet he smiled even as he spoke.
human
Do you know that the thermometer goes down to forty degrees below zero out there in winter?
gpt
Well, we're used to roughing it out here in these woods.
human
These woods can't hold a candle to Alaska for barrenness, Randy. Think of a winter nine months long and ice all the year round! Uncle said in one of his other letters, that the ground never thawed out more than a few feet, excepting in favored localities.
gpt
Do you mean to say you'll let such a splendid chance slip by? demanded the younger lad, straightening up and looking his brother full in the face.
human
And let it slip, too, when we're in such trouble here?
gpt
No, I didn't say that, Randy. But we ought to consider the matter carefully before we make up our minds. According to the letter we'll have to spend at least two years in the gold fields.
human
I'll spend ten if I can make money.
gpt
Uncle said in that other letter that no one seemed to care to stay in the upper portion of Alaska more than two or three years at a time.
human
Well, I'm in for the trip, heart and soul. Hurrah for the--what's the name of that creek?--Klondike! Hurrah for the Klondike! I wonder if it's on the map.