"Oh, jees—this is great—let's have a drink," said Henry, as he came in behind Evelyn.
jees Uck was already there, rosy from the trail, to buy a sack of flour.
jees Uck moved into her grand log-house and dreamed away three golden summer months.
In short, in jees Uck he found the youth of the world—the youth and the strength and the joy.
"jees—there's probably twice that many already up there," answered Evelyn.
jees Uck was dear to him, and, further, a golden future awaited the north.
jees Uck was a young woman when she went back into the North, and men still looked upon her and yearned.
jees Uck laughed in his face and went back to her grand log-house.
This jees Uck did for him, while he was plunged into another convulsion.
What with the vagrant blood in her and the heritage compounded of many races, jees Uck developed a wonderful young beauty.