"
The Big Man smiled, and suggested, banteringly, that she embody those
views into form for the benefit of Congress.
The Woman looked rather puzzled. "Congress?" she demanded; "and why
Congress?"
"Because," he continued with some amusement, "there are people who
venture to differ with you materially in your view-point. I understand
that very recently the Kennel Club has received communications from
various high officials of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Animals, threatening to place the matter of dog racing in Nome before
Congress, with the hope of having these cruel racing contests stopped.
"That is, of course, if those concerned cannot be made to see the error
of their ways by some less drastic method."
For a moment the Woman was quite speechless with surprise and dismay.
"Well," she finally exclaimed, "if that isn't human nature for
you--beams and motes and all that sort of thing.
"Good people with the very best intentions in the world, trying to
interfere in affairs about which they know nothing, thousands of miles
away; when probably around the very next corner are things about which
they should know everything, needing their attention constantly."
"They say, in one letter, that there are many Alaskans, as well as
Outsiders, who have made these complaints."
"Oh, I dare say," scornfully, "even in Alaska there are persons whose
only idea of a dog is that of a fat, wheezy house-dog who crunches bones
under the dining table, and sleeps on a crocheted shawl in a Morris
chair.
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