BALDY OF NOME 



in the ditch; ran for miles with their 

 chum, the gray horse; hunted squirrels, 

 and even fished so successfully that they 

 were the admiration of all the men who 

 came down each day to watch them. 

 Irish and Baldy would stand in the riffles 

 of a stream, and Rover leaping into the 

 pools and quiet waters would drive the 

 fish up into the shallows where they were 

 seized by his two companions, taken 

 ashore and dropped on the bank, when 

 they returned for more keeping up the 

 sport till a bird in flight or some other 

 fascinating moving creature lured them 

 away in a spirited chase through thick 

 willows and across the marshlands. At 

 night they slept in the bunk house, and 

 ate without restriction such mysterious 

 delicacies as pies and chocolate cakes till 

 at last, surfeited with luxury and idleness, 

 they returned to Nome ready for the cares 

 and responsibilities of the winter. 



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