Challenge of the Yukon: Lost Mitten

The Challenge of the Yukon! In came! In your Huskies! The Wonder Dog Kings, just in strongest of Eskimo lead dogs, blazes the 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 Mounted Police, who preserved law and order in the new Northwest Country, day, 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. Being a mounted policeman in the North Country isn't exactly the life of Riley. I had just completed a Northern patrol, and we'd mushed almost thirty miles a day before.

I fell into bed and didn't move for fifteen hours and wouldn't have then. Except for the cold nose and warm tongue of king, my lead dog. When king decides it's time to get up, he won't accept any arguments.

I'll go away, king, I don't wanna get up. Take that big paw off my chest, quit it, I'll wash my own face. I'll not pull those covers off. Alright, I'll get up. Well, no wonder you woke me up. You must have thought I had died.

All right, boy. Bring me a little spot. King not only leads my dog to you. He's an ex-bessing to a personal valet. He brings my clothes to me in the morning, not in the proper sequence, of course, but he brings him.

First a sock, then then maybe a boot. But he takes great pride in bringing it, and when we have time, I let him. This morning, however, he could have time to complete the ritual. We were alone in the Burson King, dropped the boot he was wearing, when Pat Sweeney and old Linda Mine came hurrying in.