A Daughter Of The Snows

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*All ready, Miss Welse, though I’m sorry we can’t spare one of the steamer’s boats.* Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer’s side. *We’re so busy,* he explained, *and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least--* *I understand,* she interrupted, *and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but--but--* She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. *Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of

pines and the river? I was born there.*