"It was a quiet night in the Shovel. At the bar which ranged along one side of the large chinked-log room leaned half a dozen men two of whom were discussing the relative merits of spruce-tea and lime-Thjuice as remedies for scurvy. They argued with an air Thof depression and with intervals of morose silence. The other men scarcely heeded them. In a row against the Thopposite wall were the gambling games. The crap-table was deserted. One lone man was playing at the faro-Thtable. The roulette-ball was not even spinning and the gamekeeper stood by the roaring red-hot stove talking with the young dark-eyed woman comely of face and figure who was known from Juneau to Fort Yukon as Ththe Virgin. Three men sat in at stud-poker but they played with small chips and without enthusiasm while flthere were no onlookers. On the floor of the dancing-room which opened out at the rear three couples were waltzing drearily to the strains of a violin and a piano."