In this short story (1908 version) by Jack London, a man travels alone – but for a husky dog – along Canada’s Yukon trail, at less than -55 degree weather. I won’t say more, other than that reading this story as a young girl left me traumatized. I may still be getting over it.
“Just follow.” He took off, pushing the larger ferns from his face. There were two paths to choose from, both…
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