The long journey from Selkirk northwards to Dawson was one that few men on the Yukon cared to make during the strenuous winter season. But Sergeant Preston, of the Royal North West Mounted Police, with his great dog King, hadn't hesitated to set out despite the cold, wind, snow and ice. Ever since the Mountie and his dog had started the trip, snow had been falling steadily - a fine, hard snow that, whipped by the wind, stung their faces and smarted their eyes. Finally, after travelling for several hours, Sergeant Preston halted the dog team for a short rest...