The place is supposed to be haunted, you know.

Ghost Kloof, I call it, and no Eskimo will enter it.

The bones of dead men lie up there." "Never prospected it ?" persisted Stampede.
"Never." Alan heard the other's grunt of disgust.
"You're reindeer-crazy," he grumbled.

"There's gold in this canyon.
Twice I've found it where there were dead men's bones.

They bring me good luck." "But these were Eskimos.