Yukon Trail

Day had broken, cold and grey exceedingly cold and grey when the man turned aside from the main yukon trail. There was no sun, nor hint of sun. Though there was not a cloud in the it was a clear day. And yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark. And that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. Had been days since he had seen the sun; knew that a few more days must pass before that cheerful orb due south would just peep above the sky line and dip immediately from view. But all this,