I'm the only miner in Alaska that never made a discovery of gold and never had a creek named after him." "Is that how you got your name ?" asked Runnion.
"It is.

I never was no good to myself nor nobody else.

I just occupied space.

I've been the vermifuge appendix of the body politic; yes, worse'n that--I've been an appendix with a seed in it.

I made myself sore, and everybody around me, but I'm at the bat now, and don't you never let that fact escape you." "How are you going to spend your money ?" inquired Stark.
"I'm goin' to eat it up! I've fed on dried and desiccated and other disastrous and dissatisfactory diets till I'm all shrivelled up inside like a dead puff-ball; now it's me for the big feed and the long drink.
I'm goin' to 'Frisco and get full of wasteful and exorbitant grub, of one kind and another, like tomatters and French vicious water." Poleon Doret laughed with the others; he was bubbling with the spirits of a boy whose life is clean, for whom there are no eyes in the black dark that lies beyond a camp-fire, and for whom there are no unforgettable faces in its smoke.