Jack London 
A Daughter of the Snows 

’All ready, Miss Welse, though I’m sorry we can’t spare one of the steamer’s boats.’
Frona Welse arose with alacrity and came to the first officer’s side.
’We’re so busy, ’ he explained, ’and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least-’
’I understand, ’ she interrupted, ’and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but-but-’ She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. ’Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pines and the river? I was born there.’
’Guess I’d be in a hurry myself, ’ he muttered, sympathetically, as he piloted her along the crowded deck.
Everybody was in everybody else’s way; nor was there one who failed to proclaim it at the top of his lungs. A thousand gold-seekers were clamoring for the immediate landing of their outfits. Each hatchway gaped wide open, and from the lower depths the shrieking donkey-engines were hurrying the misassorted outfits skyward. On either side of the steamer, rows of scows received the flying cargo, and on each of these scows a sweating mob of men charged the descending slings and heaved bales and boxes about in frantic search. Men waved shipping receipts and shouted over the steamer-rails to them. Sometimes two and three identified the same article, and war arose. The ’two-circle’ and the ’circle-and-dot’ brands caused endless jangling, while every whipsaw discovered a dozen claimants.