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TO ALASKA FOR GOLD.
Every one looked haggard, and all felt that something must happen soon. Would spring ever come?
"Pork and beans enough to last about three days yet," said Foster Portney, as he surveyed the scanty store, with the others standing around. "Three days, and after that—" He did not finish, and a silence fell on the crowd. Were they to suffer the pangs of actual starvation, after all?
