From 4874 shares at $10.00...............................$48,740.00 To Dwight Sanderson for Town-Site of Tra-Lee..............10,000.00 To incidental expenses, to wit: powder, drills, windlass, gold commissioner's office, etc.............1,000.00 To Dawson General Hospital................................37,740.00 ---------- Total..........................................$48,740.00 From Bill Saltman, for 100 shares privately purchased at $50.00.................................$ 5,000.00 From Wild Water Charley, for 400 shares privately purchased at $50.00..................................20,000.00 To Bill Saltman, in recognition of services as volunteer stampede promoter...........................5,000.00 To Dawson General Hospital.................................3,000.00 To Smoke Bellew and Jack Short, balance in full on egg deal and morally owing...........................17,000.00 ---------- Total..........................................$25,000.00 Shares remaining to account for 7126. These shares, held by Smoke Bellew and Jack Short, value nil, may be obtained gratis, for the asking, by any and all residents of Dawson desiring change of domicile to the peace and solitude of the town of Tra-Lee. (Note: Peace and solitude always and perpetually guaranteed in town of Tra-Lee) (Signed) SMOKE BELLEW, President. (Signed) JACK SHORT, Secretary. XII. WONDER OF WOMAN “Just the same, I notice you ain't tumbled over yourself to get married,” Shorty remarked, continuing a conversation that had lapsed some few minutes before. Smoke, sitting on the edge of the sleeping-robe and examining the feet of a dog he had rolled snarling on its back in the snow, did not answer. And Shorty, turning a steaming moccasin propped on a stick before the fire, studied his partner's face keenly. “Cock your eye up at that there aurora borealis,” Shorty went on. “Some frivolous, eh? Just like any shilly-shallyin', shirt-dancing woman. The best of them is frivolous, when they ain't foolish. And they's cats, all of 'em, the littlest an' the biggest, the nicest and the otherwise. They're sure devourin' lions an' roarin' hyenas when they get on the trail of a man they've cottoned to.” Again the monologue languished. Smoke cuffed the dog when it attempted to snap his hand, and went on examining its bruised and bleeding pads. “Huh!” pursued Shorty. “Mebbe I couldn't 'a' married if I'd a mind to! An' mebbe I wouldn't 'a' been married without a mind to, if I hadn't hiked for tall timber. Smoke, d'you want to know what saved me? I'll tell you. My wind. I just kept a-runnin'. I'd like to see any skirt run me outa breath.”