Survival of the Fittest

The Strange Doctor Weird. Good evening. Come in, won't you? By what the matter? You seem a bit nervous. As the cemetery outside this house is set to, there are things far worse than cemeteries.

For instance, being lost in an arctic storm is in the story I want to tell you tonight. The story I call survival of the fittest. My story survival of the fittest begins in the cold, bleak ways of Alaska, stretching endlessly as far as the eye can see.

One vast white expanse. The fierce winter wind hurls itself at a small cabin, almost buried by the snow. In the cabin, all men huddled around the embers of a fire. Mike, what are we gonna do?

We leave him the first thing in the morning for goldfield. In this storm? It's either make a try for goldfield or die here of starvation. Mike's right, Paul. Would it stay here? Our food would be going five days.

Much better we try to get to town. Yana, how's the weather look for you? You think it'll blow over by the moment? Storm bad, not blow over soon. All right, that settles it. We're getting out of here first thing in the morning.

What do you think we've come in these four days, Mike? I should say about 70 miles. That means 50 more miles to go. Yeah, it's going to be a hard 50 miles, too. Dogs are all worn out.

We only have food enough for one day. Mike, you don't think we'll have any trouble making it, do you? In this country, you always have trouble. Only the strong and ruthless survive. Hold up! Hold up!