All those in favor will kindly
say 'aye.'"
"Aye! Aye!" they exclaimed, fairly wriggling in their furtive joy.
"The contrary-minded will kindly emit the usual negation," I went
on.... "It seems to be carried.... It _is_ carried. The chairman will
proceed to the reading of the epoch-making letter."
I quietly lighted a five-cent cigar, unfolded the letter and read aloud:
"Joneses Shack,
Golden Glacier,
Cook's Peninsula, Baffin Land,
March 15, 1915.
"Professor, Dear Sir:
"I already wrote you three times no answer having been rec'd perhaps
you think I'm kiddin' you're a dam' liar I ain't.
"Hoping to tempt you to come I will hereby tell you more'n I told you
in my other letters, the terminal moraine of this here Golden Glacier
finishes into a marsh, nothing to see for miles excep' frozen tussock
and mud and all flat as hell for fifty miles which is where I am
trappin' it for mink and otter and now ready to go back to Fort
Carcajou. i told you what I seen stickin' in under this here marsh,
where anything sticks out the wolves have eat it, but most of them
there ellerphants is in under the ice and mud too far for the wolves to
git 'em.
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