Shpack, under the orders of the Company, made a canoe voyage of a few hundred miles up the Yukon to the post of Nulato.  With him he took Halie and the babe Tukesan.  This was in 1850, and in 1850 it was that the river Indians fell upon Nulato and wiped it from the face of the earth.  And that was the end of Shpack and Halie.  On that terrible night Tukesan disappeared.  To this day the Toyaats aver they had no hand in the trouble; but, be that as it may, the fact remains that the babe Tukesan grew up among them.

Tukesan was married successively to two Toyaat brothers, to both of whom she was barren.  Because of this, other women shook their heads, and no third Toyaat man could be found to dare matrimony with the childless widow.  But at this time, many hundred miles above, at Fort Yukon, was a man, Spike O’Brien.  Fort Yukon was a Hudson Bay Company post, and Spike O’Brien one of the Company’s servants.  He was a good servant, but he achieved an opinion that the service was bad, and in the course of time vindicated that opinion by deserting.  It was a year’s journey, by the chain of posts, back to York Factory on Hudson’s Bay.  Further, being Company posts, he knew he could not evade the Company’s clutches.  Nothing retained but to go down the Yukon.  It was true no white man had ever gone down the Yukon, and no white man knew whether the Yukon emptied into the Arctic Ocean or Bering Sea; but Spike O’Brien was a Celt, and the promise of danger was a lure he had ever followed.

A few weeks later, somewhat battered, rather famished, and about dead with river-fever, he drove the nose of his canoe into the earth bank by the village of the Toyaats and promptly fainted away.  While getting his strength back, in the weeks that followed, he looked upon Tukesan and found her good.  Like the father of Shpack, who lived to a ripe old age among the Siberian Deer People, Spike O’Brien might have left his aged bones with the Toyaats.  But romance gripped his heart-strings and would not let him stay.  As he had journeyed from York Factory to Fort Yukon, so, first among men, might he journey from Fort Yukon to the sea and win the honour of being the first man to make the North-West Passage by land.  So he departed down the river, won the honour, and was unannaled and unsung.  In after years he ran a sailors’ boarding-house in San Francisco, where he became esteemed a most remarkable liar by virtue of the gospel truths he told.  But a child was born to Tukesan, who had been childless.  And this child was Jees Uck.  Her lineage has been traced at length to show that she was neither Indian, nor Eskimo, nor Innuit, nor much of anything else; also to show what waifs of the generations we are, all of us, and the strange meanderings of the seed from which we spring.