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Clearness? Your style is too labored to be clear; the boys in the bunkhouse at the Helen Hiwater get madder'n hell when they have to read some of your paragraphs twice. Beansoup Ben and Sourdough Sam send you 50,000 parentheses to use in your next issue. Are you laughing at us? Sure, we are laughing, too, at old cowpokes lecturing you city slickers on how to write...
Tough as a mukluk (fur boot) was Sourdough Edwin A. Robertson, a Maine-born man who had lived most of his 84 years in Yukon country. Fortnight ago, Sourdough Robertson left his lonely cabin on Seventymile River, mushed for Eagle to lay in supplies. The air was deadly cold; spicules of ice rimed the oldtimer's whiskers. Warily he plodded. He knew his Yukon, knew that while the running creeks freeze solid early, little springs that never freeze bubble under the snow all winter; that to crash through an ice-skin meant wet feet that would freeze almost instantly...
...able to build a fire in that country is to be able to live. All Alaskans know that. Sourdough Robertson knew it. The bulging sun, which had popped up over the south horizon for a few hours, slid down again. Night came on. In the distance trotted black shadows-wolves. The oldtimer decided to camp beside a little stream. Something went wrong. He couldn't light a fire. Perhaps his old hands numbed too quickly when he jerked them out of the mittens to strike matches; stayed numb no matter how he pounded them together. Perhaps his little sticks...
Chechakho London would have approved of Sourdough Robertson, who knew he must die, but begrudged his body to the wolves. A searching party found the oldtimer last week. He had deliberately lain down in the stream, let the freezing water trickle over him as he settled down to sleep. The tracks of baffled wolves were all around, but the body of Sourdough Robertson was encased peacefully...
Good start to a system of military fields through the main body of Alaska is the airport system of Pan Am's sourdough subsidiary, Pacific Alaska Airways. Bossed by Alaska Veteran Joe Crosson, P.A.A.'s pilots operate in & out of Fairbanks, Whitehorse, Burwash Landing, Tanana Crossing, Ruby, Nome, McGrath, Ophir, Flat and Bethel. To help civil aeronautics and, in the long run, the defenses of the northwest frontier, the Civil Aeronautics Bureau is dotting Alaska with emergency fields, installing radio range stations for navigation at night and in bad weather...