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The Toil of Trace and Trail

           Thedogssprangagainstthebreast-bands,strainedhardforafewmoments,thenrelaxed. Theywereunabletomovethesled. 

           "Thelazybrutes,I’llshowthem,"hecried,preparingtolashoutatthemwiththewhip. 

           ButMercedesinterfered,crying, "Oh,Hal,youmustn’t,"asshecaughtholdofthewhipandwrencheditfromhim. "Thepoordears!Nowyoumustpromiseyouwon’tbeharshwiththemfortherestofthetrip,orIwon’tgoastep." 

           "Preciouslotyouknowaboutdogs,"herbrothersneered;"andIwishyou’dleavemealone. They’relazy,Itellyou,andyou’vegottowhipthemtogetanythingoutofthem.That’stheirway. Youaskanyone. Askoneofthosemen." 

           Mercedeslookedatthemimploringly,untoldrepugnanceatsightofpainwritteninherprettyface. 

           "They’reweakaswater,ifyouwanttoknow,"camethereplyfromoneofthemen. "Plumtuckeredout,that’swhat’sthematter. Theyneedarest." 

           "Restbeblanked,"saidHal,withhisbeardlesslips; andMercedessaid,"Oh!"inpainandsorrowattheoath. 

           Butshewasaclannishcreature,andrushedatoncetothedefenceofherbrother. "Nevermindthatman,"shesaidpointedly. "You’redrivingourdogs,andyoudowhatyouthinkbestwiththem." 

           AgainHal’swhipfelluponthedogs. Theythrewthemselvesagainstthebreast-bands,dugtheirfeetintothepackedsnow,gotdownlowtoit,andputforthalltheirstrength. Thesledheldasthoughitwereananchor. 

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