Challenge of the Yukon: Dynamite Provides

The Challenge of the Yukon! Unking! Un-U-H-E-S-K! I wonder Dog King, swift distance, strongest of Eskimo lead dogs, blazes a trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston, as he meets, the Challenge of the Yukon!

Sergeant Preston was typical of the small band of Northwest Monad police, who preserve law and order in the new Northwest country, where the greed, for wealth and power, led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in spite of the odds against them, Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog king met that challenge, and Justice ruled triumphant.

Dynamite was a cat. He wasn't a beautiful cat, that is, he wasn't beautiful to anyone but old Tim Riley. To Tim, who had raised him from a kitten, Dynamite's many battle scars were medals of honor, and Tim used to brag that Dynamite could whip anything in the Yukon, not more than four times as weight.

However, Tim's wife, Molly, did not share his love for the beast. I might get off in that pillow, get off, I say. Him come and get this nasty bass off the bed. He's brought a mouse in here in his ears and it's right in the middle of your pillow.

He always brings things in to show me what he catches. Well old fellow, what a fine mouse you got this time. Oh, he always growls at me, taking out. That's the tawny of ice Molly.

I know my don't like being yelled at. Children a woman would have to be nothing less than a saint, not to yell at him. How you can be so fond of that bassist beyond me.

Half an ear gone, scars all over him, half a tail. Oh, he's the worst... No, he's the one... No, he's the one... You still love me, don't you? And I ain't much more here than dynamite.