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Show also take a big pan of pay gravel and wash it until the specks of gold are free from dirt. In their fur parki and buckluks they can trot beside the dog sled on the winter trail and when the journey of several hundred miles is over they can play Mendelssohn or Chopin on the piano that takes up half the room in the little cabin. "We never sleep." declared a happy arctic housekeeper. "In the summer it is light for 24 hours and it is not worth while to go to bed and in the winter, when it is dark for 24 hours, we have to be doing things to forget the darkness, so there is no chance to sleep." But wether they sleep or not they look fresh and untagged like the days they go forth to so joyfully meet. WOMEN OF THE ARCTIC Every spring hundreds of brides journey to Alaska and fully as many young women go north, with more or less trepidation, to be married, so that the number of homes in the neighborhood of the arctic circle grows larger each year. The trepidation only lasts while the brides are "chee-chalkos," "chee-chalkos," or tenderfeet. After they have watched the ice go out and are real "sour doughs" they want no sympathy because fate sent them to a country where coal is ?30 a ton and lemons $1 |