"Joe Haldeman - Guardian" - читать интересную книгу автора (Haldeman Joe)

Food
Bacon, 100-200 lbs.—Flour, 400 lb.—Dried fruits, 75-100 lbs.—Cornmeal,
50 lbs.—Rice, 20-40 lbs.—Coffee, 10-25 lbs.—Tea, 5-10 lbs.—Sugar, 25-100
lbs.—Beans, 100 lbs.—Condensed milk, 1 case—Salt, 10-15 lbs.—Pepper, I
#._Rolled oats, 25-50 lbs.—Potatoes, 25-100 lbs.— Butter, 25 cans—Assorted
evaporated meats and vegetables

Equipment
Stove—Gold pan—Granite buckets—Cups & plates (tin)— Knives, forks, &
spoons—Coffee!teapot—Picks & bandies— Saws & chisels—Hammer &
nails—Hatchet—Shovels— Drawknife—Compass—-Frying pan—Matches—
Small assortment of medicines

Clothing
1 heavy mackinaw coat—3 suits heavy underwear—2 pairs heavy mackinaw
trousers—- I doz. heavy wool socks—6 heavy wool mittens—2 heavy
 overshirts—2 pairs rubber boots—2 pairs heavy shoes—3 pairs heavy
blankets—2 rubber blankets—4 towels—2 pairs overalls—1 suit oil
clothing— Assorted summer clothing

They said you could buy an outfit all assembled for around a thousand dollars, but
you could save money and probably get better quality if you shopped around, which was
what they planned to do.
Daniel stared at the list. "You can't carry all this stuff from the boat to the
goldfields on your back."
"Some do, partway," Doc said. "About a hundred pounds at a time, maybe more
on a sledge. You go up a ways and start piling it up, and go back for another hundred
pounds. When you've got it all piled up in the new place, you start over." He laughed at
Daniel's expression. "Not all the way. You get to the Yukon River and build a raft, and
let the current take you to Dawson."
"Won't somebody steal your stuff while you're going back and forth?"
"Reared not. I suspect it goes hard on someone who gets caught. Besides,
everyone has about the same stuff anyhow."
"We're hoping to get mules, too," Chuck said. "They have lots of them in
Skagway."
"Depending on what they cost. We don't want to be flat when we get to the
fields." He gave his son a look that bespoke past arguments. "Man'd be a fool not to hold
back enough to get home on. Not everybody pans out. It's a gamble."
Chuck changed the subject. "Were you planning on going along with Charles,
Mrs. Flammarion?"
"Oh, no! This is his adventure."
"Wise decision," Doc said. "Hear tell some've done it. Hard place for a woman,
especially"—he looked down at the table—"one as handsome as you, you don't mind me
sayin' it."
"I don't fancy pulling a hundred-pound sled," I said, "or even leading a mule
through ice and snow. I'll find a job in Skagway, and wait for ... Charles to come back
with his fortune."
"Skagway ain't no church picnic, neither," Doc said. "You might ought to stay in
Seattle."
"I want to see him off. Make sure he's got a good mule and his shoes are tied."