He has never seen a train of cars or an elevator in his life, and for that matter, he has never once looked upon a cornfield, a plow, a cow, or even a chicken. He has never had a pair of shoes on his feet, nor gone to a picnic or a party, nor talked to a girl.
ALT MASTERS is not a very large boy, but there is manliness in his make-up, and he himself, although he does not know a great deal that most boys know, knows much that other boys do not know. He has never seen a train of cars or an elevator in his life, and for that matter, he has never once looked upon a corn-field, a plow, a cow, or even a chicken.
He has never had a pair of shoes on his feet, or gone to a picnic or a party, or talked to a girl. But he has seen the sun at midnight, watched the ice-jams on one of the mightiest of rivers, and played beneath the northern lights, the one white child in thousands of square miles of frozen widerness.
Walt has walked all the fourteen years of his life in sun-tanned, moose-hide moccasins, and he can go to the Indian camps and "talk big" with the men, and trade calico and beads with them for their precious furs.
He can make bread without baking-powder, yeast or hops, shoot King of mazy may moose at three hundred yards, and drive the wild wolf-dogs fifty miles a day on the packed trail. Last of all, he has a good heart, and is not afraid of the darkness and loneliness, of man or beast or thing.
His father is a good man, strong and brave, and Walt is growing up like him. Walt was born a thousand miles or so down the Yukon, in a trading-post below the Ramparts. After his mother died, his father and he came on up the river, step by step, from camp to camp, till now they are settled down on the Mazy May Creek in the Klondike country.
Last year they and several others had spent much toil and time on the Mazy May, and endured great hardships; the creek, in turn, was just beginning to show up its richness and to reward them for their heavy labor.
But with the news of their discoveries, strange men began to come and go through the short days and long nights, and many unjust things they did to the men who had worked so long upon the creek.
Si Hartman had gone away on a moose-hunt, to return and find new stakes driven and his claim jumped. George Lukens and his brother had lost their claims in a like manner, having delayed too long on the way to Dawson to record them.
In short, it was an old story, and quite a number of the earnest, industrious prospectors had suffered similar losses. But Walt Masters's father had recorded his claim at the start, so Walt had nothing to fear, now that his father had gone on a short trip up the White River prospecting for quartz.
Walt was well able to stay by himself in the cabin, cook his three meals a day, and look after things.
Not only did he look after his father's claim, but he had agreed to keep an eye on the adjoining one of Loren Hall, who had started for Dawson to record it. Loren Hall was an old man, and he had no dogs, so he had to travel very slowly.
After he had been gone some time, word came up the river that he had broken through the ice at Rosebud Creek, and frozen his feet so badly that he would not be able to travel for a couple of weeks. Then Walt Masters received the news that old Loren was nearly all right again, and about to move on afoot for Dawson, as fast as a weakened man could.
Walt was worried, however; the claim was liable to be jumped at any moment because of this delay, and a fresh stampede had started in on the Mazy May.
He did not like the looks of the newcomers, and one day, when five of them came by with crack dog-teams and the lightest of camping outfits, he could see that they were prepared to make speed, and resolved to keep an eye on them.
So he locked up the cabin and followed them, being at the same time careful to remain hidden. He had not watched them long before he was sure that they were professional stampeders, bent on jumping all the claims in sight. Walt crept along the snow at the rim of the creek and saw them change many stakes, destroy old ones, and set up new ones.
In the afternoon, with Walt always trailing on their heels, they came back down on the creek, unharnessed their dogs, and went into camp within two claims of his cabin. When he saw them make preparations to cook, he hurried home to get something to eat himself, and then hurried back. He crept so close that he could hear them talking quite plainly, and by pushing the underbrush aside he could catch occasional glimpses of them.
They had finished eating and were smoking around the fire. The dogs can follow the trail; besides, it's going to be moonlight.
The creek as rich as a United States mint! Faith, it's an ilegant chanst to be getting' a run fer yer money!
An' if ye don't run, it's mebbe you'll not get the money at all, at all. The thing for us to do is to rest the dogs a bit, and then hit the trail as hard as we can. What do you say? Peering out cautiously, he could see the leader studying a piece of paper.
Walt know what it was at a glance—a list of all the unrecorded claims on Mazy May. Any man could get these lists by applying to the gold commissioner at Dawson.
Come on; let's take a look at it. I saw somebody working on it when we came up this morning.Rom “The King of Mazy May” by Jack London Lifting clear on the crest of a great jam off Indian River, Walt Masters met with his first accident.5/5(3).
THE KING OF MAZY MAY: A STORY OF THE KLONDIKE Jack London. WALT MASTERS is not a very large boy, but there is manliness in his make -up, and he himself, although he does not know a great deal that most boys know, knows much.
The King of Mazy May fictional short story about the Klondike gold rush by Jack London Audio English. Audio Spanish.
King of Mazy May. Preview the Text. In the King of Mazy May, why hasn't Walt ever seen a train or an elevator?
He lives in an area where these things have not being used. Where does the story of The King of Mazy May take place? in the Yukon. When does The King of Mazy May take place? during the gold rush in the Yukon. The King of Mazy May By: Jack London Characters Protagonist and Antagonist Point of View This is story is third person limited.
I know it is third person limited because the story uses he, she and it. And because of what Walt Masters did on this night, the men of the Yukon have become very proud of him, and always speak of him now as the King of Mazy May.
From the November 30, issue of The Youth's Companion magazine.