But all things come in the fulness of time, and so, one night after the river closed, he pointed his moccasins in the direction of Jacob Welse's house.

Mrs.Schoville, the Gold Commissioner's wife, gave him the honor of her company.
Corliss wanted to rub his eyes.

Steam-heating apparatus in the Klondike! But the next instant he had passed out of the hall through the heavy portieres and stood inside the drawing-room.

And it was a drawing-room.

His moose-hide moccasins sank luxuriantly into the deep carpet, and his eyes were caught by a Turner sunrise on the opposite wall.