The Tra-Lee Town-Site Company keeps its accounts on the wall.  This is its first account and its last.

Any shareholder who objects to donating ten dollars to the Dawson General Hospital may obtain his ten dollars on personal application to Wild Water Charley, or, failing that, will absolutely obtain it on application to Smoke Bellew.

Moneys received and disbursed

From 4874 shares at $10.00...............................$48,740.00
To Dwight Sanderson for Town-Site of Tra-Lee..............10,000.00
To incidental expenses, to wit:   powder, drills,
windlass, gold commissioner’s office, etc.............1,000.00
To Dawson General Hospital................................37,740.00
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Total..........................................$48,740.00
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From Bill Saltman, for 100 shares privately
purchased at $50.00.................................$ 5,000.00
From Wild Water Charley, for 400 shares privately
purchased at $50.00..................................20,000.00
To Bill Saltman, in recognition of services as
volunteer stampede promoter...........................5,000.00
To Dawson General Hospital.................................3,000.00
To Smoke Bellew and Jack Short, balance in full on
egg deal and morally owing...........................17,000.00
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Total..........................................$25,000.00
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Shares remaining to account for 7126.   These
shares, held by Smoke Bellew and Jack Short, value
nil, may be obtained gratis, for the asking, by any
and all residents of Dawson desiring change of domicile
to the peace and solitude of the town of Tra-Lee.
(Note:   Peace and solitude always and perpetually
guaranteed in town of Tra-Lee)
                                   (Signed)
smoke Bellew, President. 

                                   (Signed)
jack short, Secretary.
XII.  Wonder of Woman
“Just the same, I notice you ain’t tumbled
over yourself to get married,” Shorty remarked,
continuing a conversation that had lapsed some few
minutes before.
Smoke, sitting on the edge of the sleeping-robe and
examining the feet of a dog he had rolled snarling
on its back in the snow, did not answer.   And
Shorty, turning a steaming moccasin propped on a stick
before the fire, studied his partner’s face keenly.
“Cock your eye up at that there aurora borealis,”
Shorty went on.  “Some frivolous, eh? 
 Just like any shilly-shallyin’, shirt-dancing
woman.   The best of them is frivolous, when they
ain’t foolish.   And they’s cats,
all of ’em, the littlest an’ the biggest,
the nicest and the otherwise.   They’re
sure devourin’ lions an’ roarin’
hyenas when they get on the trail of a man they’ve
cottoned to.”
Again the monologue languished.   Smoke cuffed
the dog when it attempted to snap his hand, and went
on examining its bruised and bleeding pads.