And when he thought of the woman behind him, and felt the dip and lift, dip and lift, of her paddle, his mother's women came back to him, one by one, and passed in long review,--pale, glimmering ghosts, he thought, caricatures of the stock which had replenished the earth, and which would continue to replenish the earth.
La Bijou skirted a pivoting floe, darted into a nipping channel, and shot out into the open with the walls grinding together behind.

Tommy groaned.
"Well done!" Corliss encouraged.
"The fule wumman!" came the backward snarl.

"Why couldna she bide a bit ?" Frona caught his words and flung a laugh defiantly.

Vance darted a glance over his shoulder to her, and her smile was witchery.

Her cap, perched precariously, was sliding off, while her flying hair, aglint in the sunshine, framed her face as he had seen it framed on the Dyea Trail.
"How I should like to sing, if it weren't for saving one's breath.