Selected Klondike short stories
| dc.contributor | Library, of America |
| dc.contributor.author | London, Jack |
| dc.coverage.placeName | New York |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:48Z |
| dc.date.created | 1898-1911 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1613 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1613 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1613 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
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| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | Selected Klondike short stories |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 429296 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<Author>London, Jack</Author>
<Title>Selected Klondike Short Stories</Title>
<Edition>[Selections. 1982]. Library of America. New York: Literary Classics of the U.S., 1982</Edition>
<note>Chronology needs more authoritative information.</note>
<Date>1898-1911</Date>
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<p> <i>To the Man on Trail</i> (1)
<p>"Dump it in."
<p>"But I say, Kid, is n't that going it a little too strong?
Whiskey and alcohol 's bad enough; but when it comes to brandy and
pepper-sauce and" --
<p>"Dump it in. Who 's making this punch, anyway?" And Malemute
Kid smiled benignantly through the clouds of steam. "By the time you
've been in this country as long as I have, my son, and lived on rabbit-tracks and salmon-belly, you 'll learn that Christmas comes only once
per annum. And a Christmas without punch is sinking a hole to bedrock
with nary a pay-streak."
<p>"Stack up on that fe . . .
