To Build a Fire



This is an Anglish of To Build a Fire by Jack London. by Wordwork. See the wender's leaf for more on the wordings.

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Day had broken cold and grey, cold and grey, when the man  aside from the main Yukon  and climbed the high earth-, where a dim and little-  led eastward through the fat  timberland. It was a steep, and he for breath at the top,  the  to himself by looking at his watch. It was. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the. It was a day, and yet there  a   over the  of things, a  gloom that made the day dark, and that was  to the  of sun. This did not worry the man. He was the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more days must before that ,  south, would but peep above the  and dip  from.

The man a look back along the way he had come. The Yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice. On top of this ice were as many feet of snow. It was all white,  in   where the ice-jams of the freeze-up had. North and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, for a dark hairline that  and twisted from  the - island to the south, and that  and twisted away into the north, where it  behind another - island. This dark hairline was the – the main  – that led south five hundred miles to the Chilcoot, Dyea, and saltwater; and that led north seventy miles to Dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to Nulato, at lastly to  Michael on Bering Sea, a thousand miles and a half thousand more.

But all this – the, far-reaching hairline , the of sun from the , the  cold, and the  and weirdness of it all – made no  on the man. It was not he was long  to it. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The with him was that he was without. He was quick and in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the. Fifty   meant eighty   of frost. Such  him as being cold and, and that was all. It did not lead him to upon his  as a  of, and upon man’s  ,  only to live within  narrow  of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the  field of  and man’s  in the. Fifty   stood for a bite of frost that hurt and that must be   by the  of, earflaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty   was to him  fifty. That there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never his head.

As he to go on, he spat. There was a sharp, crackle that startled him. He spat. And, in the , before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled. He knew that at fifty, spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle crackled in the. , it was colder than fifty – how much colder he did not know. But the did not. He was for the old  on the left fork of Henderson, where the  were already. had come the  from the Indian  land, while he had come the  way to  a look at the  of  out logs in the spring from the islands in the Yukon. He would be in to by ; a bit after dark, it was true, but the  would be there, a fire would be going, and a hot  would be ready. As for, he his hand  the  bundle under his. It was also under his shirt, wrapped up in a and lying   naked. It was the only way to keep the from freezing. He  to himself as he thought of those, each cut open and sopped in  , and each  a  cut of.

He in among the. The was. A foot of snow had fallen since the last had  over, and he was glad he was without a,  lightly. In, he nothing but the  wrapped in the. He was, however, at the cold. It was cold, he, as he rubbed his numbed nose and cheekbones with his  hand. He was a warm-whiskered man, but the hair on his did not  the high cheekbones and the  nose that thrust itself  into the frosty.

At the man’s heels a dog, a   husky, the  wolfdog, grey- and without any  or   from its brother, the wild wolf. The was  from the  cold. It knew that it was no time for. Its told a truer tale than was told to the man by the man’s. In, it was not colder than fifty  ; it was colder than sixty , than seventy. It was seventy-five. Since the freezing- is thirty-two above, it meant that one hundred and seven of frost. The dog did not know anything about. in its brain there was no sharp of a  of  cold such as was in the man’s brain. But the had its. It a  but   that  it and made it slink along at the man’s heels, and that made it   every unwonted  of the man as if  him to go into  or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire. The dog had learned fire, and it fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cuddle its warmth away from the.

The frozen of its breathing had settled on its  in a   of frost, and  were its jowls,  and eyelashes whitened by its  breath. The man’s red beard and were  frosted, but more, the  taking the  of ice and  with every warm,  breath he. Also, the man was chewing tobacco, and the of ice held his lips so  that he   his chin when he  the. The was that a  beard of the  and  of  was  its length on his chin. If he fell down it would shatter itself, glass, into. But he did not mind the. It was the all tobacco-chewers  in that, and he had been out before in two cold snaps. had not been so cold as this, he knew, but by the  at Sixty Mile he knew  had been  at fifty  and at fifty-five.

He held on through the stretch of woods for  miles,  a wide  of, and dropped down a  to the frozen bed of a small stream. This was Henderson, and he knew he was ten miles from the forks. It was. He was making four miles a, and he that he would  at the forks at half- twelve. He to  that  by eating his  there.

The dog dropped in at his heels, with a tail , as the man swung along the -bed. The furrow of the old was, but  inches of snow  the marks of the last runners. In a month no man had come up or down that. The man held steadily on. He was not much to thinking, and  then  he had nothing to think about  that he would eat  at the forks and that at  he would be in  with the. There was nobody to talk to and, had there been, speech would have been  of the ice- on his mouth. So, he  to chew tobacco and to  the length of his  beard.

Once in a while the thought that it was  cold and that he had never  such cold. As he walked along, he rubbed his cheekbones and nose with the back of his hand. He did this, now and  hands. But rub as he would, the he stopped his cheekbones went numb, and the following  the end of his nose went numb. He was to frost his cheeks; he knew that, and  a pang of  that he had not  a nose- of the  Bud wore in cold snaps. Such a   the cheeks, as well, and  them. But it didn’t much, after all. What were frosted cheeks? A bit, that was all; were never.

Empty as the man’s mind was of thoughts, he was keenly, and he the shifts in the , the  and bends and timber-jams, and always he sharply  where he  his feet. Once, coming a bend, he shied,  a startled horse,  away from the  where he had been walking, and    along the. The he knew was frozen  to the bottom – no  could  water in that  winter – but he knew also that there were springs that bubbled out from the hillsides and ran along under the snow and on top the ice of the. He knew that the coldest snaps never froze these springs, and he knew wise. were traps. hid pools of water under the snow that might be three inches deep, or three feet. Sometimes a of ice half an inch thick  them, and, was  by the snow. Sometimes there were  of water and ice-, so that when one broke through he kept on breaking through for a while, sometimes wetting himself to the waist.

That was why he had shied in such. He had felt the under his feet and heard the crackle of a snow-hidden ice-. And to his feet wet in such a  meant  and. At the least it meant, for he would be  to stop and build a fire, and under its  to bare his feet while he dried his socks and moccasins. He stood and the -bed and its, and  that the flow of water came from the right. He a while, rubbing his nose and cheeks, then  to the left, stepping  and  the footing for each step. Once of the, he  a fresh chew of tobacco and swung along at his four-mile.

In the of the next two  he came upon   traps. the snow above the hidden pools had a sunken,  that  the. Once, however, he had a ; and once, , he  the dog to go on. The dog did not to go. It back until the man shoved it forward, and then it went quickly over the white, unbroken. it broke through, to one side, and  away to  footing. It had wet its forefeet and, and almost the water that clung to it  to ice. It made quick to lick the ice off its, then dropped down in the snow and  to bite out the ice that had  between the toes. This was a of. To the ice to  would mean sore feet. It did not know this. It only the   that arose from the deep  of its being. But the man knew, having  on the, and he  the  from his right hand and helped tear out the ice-. He did not his fingers more than a, and was  at the swift numbness that smote them. It was cold. He pulled on the, and beat the hand   his.

At the day was at its brightest. Yet the sun was too far south on its winter to  the. The of the earth  between it and Henderson, where the man walked under a   at  and  no shadow. At half- twelve, to the, he at the forks of the. He was at the speed he had made. If he kept it up, he would be with the  by six. He his  and shirt and drew forth his. The  no more than a  of a, yet in that   the numbness laid hold of the  fingers. He did not put the on, but, instead, struck the fingers  sharp smashes  his. Then he sat down on a snow- log to eat. The sting that followed upon the striking of his fingers his   so quickly that he was startled, he had had no  to  a bite of. He struck the fingers and  them to the, baring the other hand for the  of eating. He to  a mouthful, but the ice-. He had to build a fire and thaw out. He chuckled at his, and as he chuckled he the numbness creeping into the  fingers. Also, he that the stinging which had first come to his toes when he sat down was already  away. He wondered whether the toes were warm or numbed. He them inside the moccasins and  that  were numbed.

He pulled the on hurriedly and stood up. He was a bit frightened. He stamped up and down until the stinging into the feet. It was cold, was his thought. That man from Sulphur had spoken the truth when telling how cold it sometimes  in the. And he had laughed at him at the time! That showed one must not be too things. There was no about it, it was cold. He strode up and down, stamping his feet and threshing his arms, until by the  warmth. Then he out  and  to make a fire. From the undergrowth, where high water of the spring had  a  of  twigs, he  his firewood. Working carefully from a small, he soon had a roaring fire, over which he thawed the ice from his and in the  of which he ate his. For the the cold of  was outwitted. The dog  in the fire, stretching out  enough for warmth and far enough away to  being singed.

When the man had, he filled his and took his  time over a smoke. Then he pulled on his, settled the ear-flaps of his cap about his ears, and  the   up the left fork. The dog was and yearned back toward the fire. This man did not know cold. all the of his  had been  of cold, of  cold, of cold one hundred and seven   freezing-. But the dog knew; all its knew, and it had  the knowledge. And it knew that it was not good to walk abroad in such fearful cold. It was the time to lie snug in a hole in the snow and for a  of cloud to be drawn  the  of  whence this cold came. On the other hand, there was no keen between the dog and the man. The one was the of the other, and the only  it had ever  were the  of the whip-lash and of harsh and  throat- that threatened the whip-lash. So the dog made no to  its  to the man. It was not in the welfare of the man; it was for its own sake that it yearned back toward the fire. But the man whistled, and spoke to it with the of whip-lashes, and the dog swung in at the man's heels and followed after.

The man a chew of tobacco and  to start a new  beard. Also, his breath quickly  with white his, eyebrows, and lashes. There did not to be so many springs on the left fork of the Henderson, and for half  the man saw no  of any. And then it. At a where there were no, where the soft, unbroken snow  to   beneath, the man broke through. It was not deep. He wetted himself half-way to the knees before he out to the.

He was, and his luck aloud. He had hoped to into  with the  at, and this would  , for he would have to build a fire and dry out his foot-. This was at that low  – he knew that much; and he  aside to the, which he climbed. On top, in the  about the  of  small, was a high-water  of dry firewood – sticks and twigs , but also   of   and , dry, last-year's grasses. He threw down   on top of the snow. This for a  and  the young  from drowning itself in the snow it otherwise would melt. The he  by  a  to a small shred of birch- that he  from his. This burned even more readily than. it on the, he fed the young with wisps of dry grass and with the tiniest dry twigs.

He worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his. , as the grew stronger, he  the  of the twigs with which he fed it. He in the snow, pulling the twigs out from   in the  and feeding  to the. He knew there must be no. When it is seventy-five, a man must not  in his first  to build a fire – that is, if his feet  wet. If his feet dry, and he, he can run along the  for half a mile and  his. But the of wet and freezing feet cannot be  by running when it is seventy-five. No how fast he runs, the wet feet will freeze the harder.

All this the man knew. The old-timer on Sulphur had told him about it the  fall, and now he was  the. Already all had gone out of his feet. To build the fire he had been to  his, and the fingers had quickly gone numb. His of four miles  had kept his heart pumping blood to the  of his body and to all the. But the he stopped, the  of the pump  down. The cold of smote the  tip of the, and he, being on that  tip,  the full  of the blow. The blood of his body before it. The blood was alive, the dog, and  the dog it  to hide away and  itself up from the fearful cold. So long as he walked four miles, he pumped that blood, willy-nilly, to the ; but now it ebbed away and sank down into the of his body. The were the first to feel its. His wet feet froze the faster, and his fingers numbed the faster, though  had not yet  to freeze. Nose and cheeks were already freezing, while the of all his body chilled as it lost its blood.

But he was. Toes and nose and cheeks would be only by the frost, for the fire was  to burn with strength. He was feeding it with twigs the of his finger. In another he would be  to feed it with  the  of his wrist, and then he could  his wet foot-, and, while it dried, he could keep his naked feet warm by the fire, rubbing them at first,, with snow. The fire was a. He was. He the  of the old-timer on Sulphur, and. The old-timer had been  in laying down the  that no man must  alone in the Klondike after fifty. Well, here he was; he had had the ; he was alone; and he had himself. Those old-timers were rather womanish, some of them, he thought. All a man had to do was to keep his head, and he was all right. Any man who was a man could alone. But it was, the with which his cheeks and nose were freezing. And he had not thought his fingers could go lifeless in so short a time. Lifeless were, for he could  make them  together to grip a twig, and    from his body and from him. When he a twig, he had to look and see whether or not he had hold of it. The wires were pretty well down between him and his finger-ends.

All of which for little. There was the fire, snapping and crackling and life with every. He started to untie his moccasins. were with ice; the thick   socks were  sheaths of iron half-way to the knees; and the mocassin strings were  rods of steel all twisted and knotted as by some. For a he tugged with his numbed fingers, then,  the  of it, he drew his sheath-.

But before he could cut the strings, it. It was his own or, rather, his. He should not have built the fire under the tree. He should have built it in the open. But it had been to pull the twigs from the  and drop them  on the fire. Now the tree under which he had done this a weight of snow on its boughs. No wind had blown for weeks, and each bough was fully. Each time he had pulled a twig he had a   to the tree – an , so far as he was , but   to bring about the. High up in the tree one bough its load of snow. This fell on the boughs beneath, them. This, spreading out and  the whole tree. It grew, and it  without warning upon the man and the fire, and the fire was  out! Where it had burned was a of fresh and  snow.

The man was. It was as though he had heard his own  of death. For a he sat and stared at the spot where the fire had been. Then he grew calm. the old-timer on Sulphur was right. If he had only had a - he would have been in no now. The - could have built the fire. Well, it was up to him to build the fire over, and this time there must be no. Even if he, he would most ly lose some toes. His feet must be badly frozen by now, and there would be some time before the fire was ready.

Such were his thoughts, but he did not sit and think them. He was busy all the time were  through his mind, he made a new  for a fire, this time in the open; where no  tree could  it out. Next, he gathered dry grasses and tiny twigs from the high-water. He could not bring his fingers together to pull them out, but he was to gather them by the handful. In this way he many rotten twigs and bits of green moss that were, but it was the best he could do. He worked, even an armful of the   to be  later when the fire gathered strength. And all the while the dog sat and watched him, a yearning wistfulness in its eyes, for it looked upon him as the fire-, and the fire was slow in coming.

When all was ready, the man reached in his for   of birch-. He knew the was there, and, though he could not feel it with his fingers, he could hear its crisp rustling as he fumbled for it. as he would, he could not clutch hold of it. And all the time, in his, was the knowledge that each his feet were freezing. This thought to put him in a, but he fought  it and kept calm. He pulled on his with his teeth, and threshed his arms back and forth, beating his hands with all his might  his sides. He did this sitting down, and he stood up to do it; and all the while the dog sat in the snow, its wolf- of a tail curled warmly over its forefeet, its sharp wolf-ears pricked forward  as it watched the man. And the man as he beat and threshed with his arms and hands, felt a great of  as he  the  that was warm and  in its.

After a time he was aware of the first far-away of  in his beaten fingers. The tingling grew stronger till it  into a stinging ache that was, but which the man  with. He stripped the from his right hand and fetched forth the birch-. The fingers were quickly going numb. Next he brought out his of. But the cold had already driven the life out of his fingers. In his to  one  from the others, the whole  fell in the snow. He to pick it out of the snow, but. The dead fingers could neither nor clutch. He was careful. He drove the thought of his freezing feet; and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, his whole soul to the. He watched, the  of  in  of that of, and when he saw his fingers on each side the , he  them – that is, he willed to  them, for the wires were drawn, and the fingers did not. He pulled the on the right hand, and beat it   his knee. Then, with both hands, he  the  of, along with much snow, into his lap. Yet he was no better off.

After some he  to  the  between the heels of his  hands. In this he  it to his mouth. The ice crackled and snapped when by a  he opened his mouth. He drew the lower jaw in, curled the upper lip out of the way, and the  with his upper teeth in order to  a. He in  one, which he dropped on his lap. He was no better off. He could not pick it up. Then he a way. He picked it up in his teeth and it on his. Twenty times he before he  in lighting it. As it he held it with his teeth to the birch-. But the burning brimstone went up his nostrils and into his lungs, cough. The fell into the snow and went out.

The old-timer on Sulphur was right, he thought in the  of   that : after fifty, a man should  with a. He beat his hands, but in  any. he bared both hands, the  with his teeth. He the whole  between the heels of his hands. His arm- not being frozen him to  the hand-heels tightly  the. Then he the  along his. It flared into, seventy  at once! There was no wind to blow them out. He kept his head to one side to the , and held the blazing  to the birch-. As he so held it, he became aware of in his hand. His flesh was burning. He could smell it. Deep down the  he could feel it. The  into  that grew. And still he it, holding the  of the   to the  that would not light readily  his own burning hands were in the way,  most of the.

At last, when he could no more, he jerked his hands. The blazing fell sizzling into the snow, but the birch- was alight. He laying dry grasses and the tiniest twigs on the. He could not pick and choose, for he had to the  between the heels of his hands. Small of rotten wood and green moss clung to the twigs, and he bit them off as well as he could with his teeth. He the  carefully and. It meant life, and it must not. The withdrawal of blood from the of his body now made him  to shiver, and he grew more. A  of green moss fell  on the little fire. He to poke it out with his fingers, but his shivering  made him poke too far, and he  the  of the little fire, the burning grasses and tiny twigs  and. He to poke them together, but in spite of the  of the , his shivering  away with him, and the twigs were hopelessly. Each twig gushed a puff of smoke and went out. The fire- had. As he looked about him, his eyes  on the dog, sitting  the  of the fire from him, in the snow, making restless, hunching,   one forefoot and then the other, shifting its weight back and forth on them with wistful.

The sight of the dog put a wild into his head. He the tale of the man,  in a blizzard, who killed a steer and  inside the, and so was. He would kill the dog and bury his hands in the warm body until the numbness went out of them. Then he could build another fire. He spoke to the dog, it to him; but in his  was a   of fear that frightened the, who had never known the man to speak in such way before. Something was, and its    – it knew not what  but somewhere, somehow, in its brain arose  of the man. It its ears down at the  of the man's, and its restless, hunching  and the  and shiftings of its forefeet became more  but it would not come to the man. He on his hands and knees and  toward the dog. This   , and the  sidled  away.

The man sat up in the snow for a and  for calmness. Then he pulled on his, by means of his teeth, and upon his feet. He down at first  to  himself that he was  standing up, for the  of  in his feet left him  to the earth. His  in itself started to drive the webs of  from the dog's mind; and when he spoke, with the  of whip-lashes in his voice, the dog  its   and came to him. As it came within reaching, the man lost his. His arms flashed out to the dog, and he   when he  that his hands could not clutch, that there was neither bend nor feeling in the fingers. He had for the  that  were frozen and that  were freezing more and more. All this quickly, and before the  could  away, he  its body with his arms. He sat down in the snow, and in this held the dog, while it snarled and whined and.

But it was all he could do, hold its body in his arms and sit there. He that he could not kill the dog. There was no way to do it. With his helpless hands he could neither draw nor hold his sheath- nor throttle the. He it, and it  wildly away, with tail between its, and still snarling. It forty feet away and  him, with ears sharply pricked forward. The man looked down at his hands to  them, and found them hanging on the ends of his arms. It struck him as that one should have to use his eyes  to find out where his hands were. He threshing his arms back and forth, beating the  hands  his sides. He did this for five, , and his heart pumped enough blood up to the to put a stop to his shivering. But no was  in the hands. He had an that    weights on the ends of his arms, but when he  to run the  down, he could not find it.

A fear of death, dull and, came to him. This fear quickly became as he  that it was no longer a   of freezing his fingers and toes, or of losing his hands and feet, but that it was a  of life and death with the  against him. This threw him into a, and he and ran up the -bed along the old, dim. The dog in behind and kept up with him. He ran blindly, without, in fear such as he had never known in his life. Slowly, as he and  through the snow, he  to see things again – the  of the, the old timber-jams, the leafless aspens, and the. The running made him feel better. He did not shiver. Maybe, if he ran on, his feet would thaw out; and, anyway, if he ran far enough, he would reach and the. Without he would lose some fingers and toes and some of his ; but the  would  care of him, and  the  of him when he  there. And at the time there was another thought in his mind that said he would never  to the camp and the ; that it was too many miles away, that the freezing had too great a start on him, and that he would soon be stiff and dead. This thought he kept in the background and to. Sometimes it itself forward and  to be heard, but he thrust it back and  to think of other things.

It struck him as that he could run at all on feet so frozen that he could not feel them when  struck the earth and  the weight of his body. He to himself to  along above the  and to have no  with the earth. Somewhere he had once seen a Mercury, and he wondered if Mercury felt as he felt when  over the earth.

His of running until he reached  and the  had one  in it: he lacked the. times he, and he , crumpled up, and fell. When he to rise, he. He must sit and rest, he, and next time he would walk and keep on going. As he sat and his breath, he  that he was feeling  warm and. He was not shivering, and it even that a warm glow had come to his  and. And yet, when he his nose or cheeks, there was no. Running would not thaw them out. Nor would it thaw out his hands and feet. Then the thought came to him that the frozen of his body must be. He to keep this thought down, to  it, to think of something else; he was aware of the  feeling that it, and he was  of the. But the thought itself, and, until it  a  of his body  frozen. This was too much, and he made another wild run along the. Once he slowed down to a walk, but the thought of the freezing itself made him run again.

And all the time the dog ran with him, at his heels. When he fell down time, it curled its tail over its forefeet and sat in front of him  him   and. The warmth and of the   him, and he  it till it  down its ears. This time the shivering came more quickly upon the man. He was losing in his with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. The thought of it drove him on, but he ran no more than a hundred feet, when he and  headlong. It was his last. When he had his breath and, he sat up and  in his mind the  of meeting death with. However, the did not come to him in such. His of it was that he had been making a  of himself, running   a chicken with its head cut off – such was the  that  to him. Well, he was to freeze anyway, and he might as well take it. With this new-found of mind came the first glimmerings of drowsiness. A good, he thought, to sleep off to death. It was. Freezing was not so bad as people thought. There were lots worse ways to.

He the  finding his body next day. he found himself with them, coming along the and looking for himself. And, still with them, he came a  in the  and found himself lying in the snow. He did not belong with himself anymore, for even then he was out of himself, standing with the and looking at himself in the snow. It was cold, was his thought. When he back to the States he could tell the folks what  cold was. He drifted on from this to a of the old-timer on Sulphur. He could see him, warm and , and smoking a.

"You were right, old hoss; you were right," the man mumbled to the old-timer of Sulphur.

Then the man drowsed off into what to him the most  and  sleep he had ever known. The dog sat him and. The day drew to  in a long, slow twilight. There were no of a fire to be made, and, besides, never in the dog's  had it known a man to sit  that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its yearning for the fire  it, and with a great  and shifting of forefeet, it whined softly, then  its ears down in  of being chidden by the man. But the man. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept to the man and  the  of death. This made the bristle and back away. A little longer it, howling under the stars that leaped and and shone brightly in the cold. Then it and  up the  in the  of the  it knew, where were the other food- and fire-.

Anglish Spelling
Day had broken cold and grey, cold and grey, hƿen Þe man  aside from Þe main Yukon  and climbed Þe hige earÞ-, hƿere a dim and littel-  led eastƿard Þroug Þe fat  timberland. It ƿas a steep, and he for breaÞ at Þe top,  Þe  to himself by looking at his ƿace. It ƿas. Þere ƿas no sun nor hint of sun, Þoug Þere ƿas not a clude in Þe. It ƿas a day, and yet Þere  a   ofer Þe  of Þings, a  gloom Þat made Þe day dark, and Þat ƿas  to Þe  of sun. Þis did not ƿorry Þe man. He ƿas Þe lack of sun. It had been days sinss he had seen Þe sun, and he kneƿ Þat a feƿ more days must before Þat ,  suÞ, ƿould but peep abuf Þe  and dip  from.

Þe man a look back along Þe ƿay he had come. Þe Yukon lay a mile ƿide and hidden under Þree feet of ise. On top of Þis ise ƿere as many feet of snoƿ. It ƿas all hƿite,  in   hƿere Þe ise-cgams of Þe freese-up had. NorÞ and suÞ, as far as his eye could see, it ƿas unbroken hƿite, for a dark hairline Þat  and tƿisted from  Þe - iland to Þe suÞ, and Þat  and tƿisted aƿay into Þe norÞ, hƿere it  behind anoÞer - iland. Þis dark hairline ƿas Þe – Þe main  – Þat led suÞ fife hundred miles to Þe Chilcoot, Dyea, and saltƿater; and Þat led norÞ sefenty miles to Daƿson, and still on to Þe norÞ a Þusand miles to Nulato, at lastly to  Michael on Bering Sea, a Þusand miles and a half Þusand more.