When the place ran out of Spam and beer, we mushed onward. TLKAL elected to stay, taking the part of a dancing gold pan in the Follies. The dogs were trim, fat and well-rested, and the miles dripped quickly behind as the tracks of our runners lengthened across the hard-frozen snow. From Spenard to Talkeetna, to Glenallen, to Tok, to Delta Junction, to McCarthy we mushed, my team indefatigible, straining in their harness to get the serum, the life-giving serum, to Nome before the diptheria outbreak became a world-wide pandemic.
My fingers and toes were frozen, black and gangerenous, but still I called "Mush!" to the team and still they pulled, their great hearts giving their all.
And then, when all seemed darkest, the team skidded to a halt before a monsterous brown bear and her cubs.