Challenge of the Yukon: Never Be Missed

The challenge of the Yukon! It's Yukon King, swiftness and strong asleep dog of the North West, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the North West Mountain Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King!

On, you husky! On, you husky! Gold, gold, discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the Gold Rush. with Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon.

The man's parker was ragged, his muck-logous cracked, his heavy beard was frosted white, and with every step he took he left a faint red stain on the snow. He staggered down the hill to the Yukon.

The Yukon. It's real to the gold hills. Come on, boys. Make your fortune easy way Nothing to lose Everything to gain One come on Under Dawson Gotta get there Gotta tell him you'll never be missed on this at all One step It was dead.

Sergeant Preston driving up to the south saw the man reach the banks of the U.K. There he wavered on his feet and suddenly pitched head first into a snowbank. Unking! Unking! Sergeant drove onto the man's side.

Oh, you're hungry. Nearly done for King. We've only a few miles from town. Put him on the sled, come and drive onto the hospital. All right, up front boy. Unking! Unking! When the hospital was reached, the sergeant carried the ragged traveler inside.

There he was put to bed, and the sergeant waited while the doctor made his examination. Ah, not much chance. It isn't only exposure, he's ill as well. No, no. Yes. I fever, feeble pulse. I gotta tell him.