I hate Stephen Mackay now. If I see

I hate Stephen Mackay now. If I see him again, I may kill him. And to think that he was my best friend only a few years ago!
But let me tell my story to you from the beginning. That autumn we started very late for the Klondike. We had little time and it was difficult to buy dogs. We paid about one hundred dollars for each dog. And among these dogs we got Spot. We paid even more for him than for the other dogs. We paid one hundred and ten dollars for him.
He looked a very good dog. I say 'looked' because we soon saw he was not really a good dog. He only looked good. He was big and he had a beautiful white and brown skin. And on this skin there was a big black spot. This is why we called him Spot. He was strong! And you could see in his eyes he was clever! I think he was perhaps the strongest and cleverest dog in all Alaska.
But he did not use his strength. It is true he used his intelligence. But he did not use it in the right way. You will see a little later how he used it.

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The principal thing about Spot was this: he didn't work! We saw that the first time we put him into harness. It was like this. It was time to start. Steve gave the signal. All the dogs began to pull. Only Spot stood still. Steve touched him with his whip. Spot did not move. Steve touched him with the whip again, this time a little stronger. This had no effect! Spot stood where he was. Now Steve got very angry and gave it to him well. But still Spot stood quite still.
In a moment I came up to Steve.
"Why are you beating the dog?" I asked him.
Steve said nothing.' He only gave me the whip and walked away. Now I took the whip. I began beating the dog. I beat him so, I thought he could not live another day. But it had no effect! I started the other dogs. Still he did not move. He rolled over and over in the snow on his back but did not move on.
No, we could not get any work out of that dog!
And how much he ate! And how clever he was when he wanted to get some food!
We often had no dinner. Why? — you may ask. Spot had it instead of us.
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But he did not take food only from us. He took food in all the places where he could get it. I cannot tell you how much we paid for meat, bacon and other good things that winter. And do you think we ate them? No, Spot ate them. The people very often saw him and came to get their money from us.
Why did we not kill him? — you may ask. Well, I can tell you that I tried to kill him. One day Steve came to me and said:
"It is enough. We must kill him."
I answered, "Yes, it is enough. We must finish with him."
So I took him into the forest, some distance from the other dogs. Here I stopped. I took my revolver. But then I looked into his eyes. And I tell you, I felt I could not kill him. When I looked into those clever eyes I saw it was like killing a man. He also looked into my eyes. I thought these eyes spoke to me. They said: "You hate me, but you cannot kill me." Do you know what I did? I went back to Steve and told him, "I cannot kill that dog." Steve laughed and said, "I think I can do it." In two or three days he took Spot into the forest. But he came back telling me he could not kill the dog. "He has such clever eyes," said Steve.
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As we could not kill him, we tried to sell him. He looked a good dog, so people were glad to buy him. Very soon we sold him to the police1 for seventy-five dollars. We went to the North and the policemen went to the South—so we thought—good-bye, old Spot! 1 can tell you we were glad! Six days passed. But in the morning of the seventh day he was with us again. He came and started a terrible fight with the other dogs. In two days we sold him to an official courier. This time he came back in three days.
We were in Alaska the whole winter. We got some money for our work and we got some money for Spot. We sold him ten, twenty, thirty times. He always came back and nobody asked for the money. It was not difficult to sell him. He looked such a good dog. We sold him for as high as one hundred and fifty dollars, and we sold him for as low as twenty-five dollars. We sold him to hunters, we sold him to policemen, we sold him to doctors, we sold him to couriers; but he always came back. And at last a time came when everybody knew about Spot and nobody wanted to buy him.
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But we could not have this dog with us. He ate our food, he did not work, he demoralized the other dogs.
It was necessary to do something. One day we were travelling in a boat down the Yukon. All our dogs were with us. I saw an island in front.
"Let us leave him on this island," I said to Steve.
"What a good idea!" answered Steve. "Yes, let us leave him on the island."
We began working energetically with our oars. Soon we came quite near the island. Spot was in the front part of the boat. Steve pushed him and in less than a second he was in the water. In another .second he was on the island and two seconds after that we were already far from him in the middle of the river. The current was very strong at this place.
Spot was standing on the island looking at us. He did not swim after us that time but he probably swam over to the bank later, because — when we came to Dawson — he was sitting near the river and waiting for us.
More than ten times we put him on steamers going down the Yukon.3 But always he got off them and came back to us in a day or two.
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One day Spot took a big piece of meat from Major Dinwiddie's house in Dawson City. But Major Dinwiddie saw him. Immediately he took his rifle and fired at Spot.
Do you think he killed him? Nothing of the kind! A policeman came and said to Major Dinwiddie, "You must pay five dollars for using fire-arms in the city." Major Dinwiddie paid five dollars for using fire-arms in the city and Steve and I paid fifty dollars for the meat. Meat stood high at Dawson that year.
One day we were on the Yukon in the month of January. This was near Dawson City. The ice was three feet thick but there were some water holes in it. Well, and Spot fell through a water hole. The current carried him down. "This is the end of Spot," I said to myself. But three hundred feet below was another big water hole. And what do you think Spot did? He got out there, shook himself and immediately started a fight with a big Newfoundland dog which was standing on the bank.
But one day Spot went away from us. And he did not come back for two months. This is how it was. We were in a far-off place in Alaska and we had no more food. Spring was near and we were waiting for the river to open. We were terribly hungry and we decided to eat our dogs. And then Spot ran away. Day after day we sat up waiting for him. But he did not come back and we ate all the other dogs. And now let me tell you how he came back. You know what it is when a big river opens in spring. Millions of tons of ice go up and down in the water. And in the middle of the river we suddenly saw Spot! We thought it was clear he could not come to us. He did not have a chance in a million. But in a moment we saw him jumping over the ice towards us. More than twenty times he fell into the water and more than twenty times he got out again. And at last he was on the bank beside us.
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In a day or two the river was quite free from ice. We put our boat into the water and started for Dawson City. Of course we did not take Spot. We left him on the bank. But what do you think was the first thing we saw in Dawson? It was Spot — sitting on the bank and waiting for us.
At last I thought it was enough. I said nothing to Steve. I just wrote him a note saying good-bye. Then I took my things and went away. I tell you that Spot was on my nerves.
I brought some money home and for a time lived happily. Steve wrote me a letter. It was not a friendly letter: he said he was very angry with me. He said he was angry because of Spot.
A year passed. And then one fine morning I came out into the garden and what do you think I saw? Spot — tied to a tree and looking at me with his clever eyes.
"How did he come here?" I asked myself. I looked to the right and I looked to the left. And then I .saw Steve — my old friend Steve, running away from me. I did not stop him.
My wife is a very kind woman. She gave Spot some food. He thanked her immediately by killing her cat. Three days ago Spot got into Mr. Harvey's hen-house (Mr. Harvey is our great friend) and killed twenty hens. Now I must pay for them. Yesterday, because of Spot, I quarrelled with my wife.
I never thought Stephen Mackay could do such a thing. But now I see what he can do. No, I cannot even hear his name! I may kill him if I see him again!

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I hate Stephen Mackay now. If I see him again, I may kill him. And to think that he was my best friend only a few years ago!But let me tell my story to you from the beginning. That autumn we started very late for the Klondike. We had little time and it was difficult to buy dogs. We paid about one hundred dollars for each dog. And among these dogs we got Spot. We paid even more for him than for the other dogs. We paid one hundred and ten dollars for him.He looked a very good dog. I say 'looked' because we soon saw he was not really a good dog. He only looked good. He was big and he had a beautiful white and brown skin. And on this skin there was a big black spot. This is why we called him Spot. He was strong! And you could see in his eyes he was clever! I think he was perhaps the strongest and cleverest dog in all Alaska.But he did not use his strength. It is true he used his intelligence. But he did not use it in the right way. You will see a little later how he used it.IIThe principal thing about Spot was this: he didn't work! We saw that the first time we put him into harness. It was like this. It was time to start. Steve gave the signal. All the dogs began to pull. Only Spot stood still. Steve touched him with his whip. Spot did not move. Steve touched him with the whip again, this time a little stronger. This had no effect! Spot stood where he was. Now Steve got very angry and gave it to him well. But still Spot stood quite still.In a moment I came up to Steve."Why are you beating the dog?" I asked him.Steve said nothing.' He only gave me the whip and walked away. Now I took the whip. I began beating the dog. I beat him so, I thought he could not live another day. But it had no effect! I started the other dogs. Still he did not move. He rolled over and over in the snow on his back but did not move on.No, we could not get any work out of that dog!And how much he ate! And how clever he was when he wanted to get some food!We often had no dinner. Why? — you may ask. Spot had it instead of us.IIIBut he did not take food only from us. He took food in all the places where he could get it. I cannot tell you how much we paid for meat, bacon and other good things that winter. And do you think we ate them? No, Spot ate them. The people very often saw him and came to get their money from us.Why did we not kill him? — you may ask. Well, I can tell you that I tried to kill him. One day Steve came to me and said:"It is enough. We must kill him."I answered, "Yes, it is enough. We must finish with him."So I took him into the forest, some distance from the other dogs. Here I stopped. I took my revolver. But then I looked into his eyes. And I tell you, I felt I could not kill him. When I looked into those clever eyes I saw it was like killing a man. He also looked into my eyes. I thought these eyes spoke to me. They said: "You hate me, but you cannot kill me." Do you know what I did? I went back to Steve and told him, "I cannot kill that dog." Steve laughed and said, "I think I can do it." In two or three days he took Spot into the forest. But he came back telling me he could not kill the dog. "He has such clever eyes," said Steve.IVAs we could not kill him, we tried to sell him. He looked a good dog, so people were glad to buy him. Very soon we sold him to the police1 for seventy-five dollars. We went to the North and the policemen went to the South—so we thought—good-bye, old Spot! 1 can tell you we were glad! Six days passed. But in the morning of the seventh day he was with us again. He came and started a terrible fight with the other dogs. In two days we sold him to an official courier. This time he came back in three days.Мы были на Аляске всю зиму. Мы получили деньги за нашу работу, и мы получили немного денег на месте. Мы продали его десять, двадцать, тридцать раз. Он всегда вернулся, и никто не попросил денег. Не было трудно продать его. Он посмотрел хорошая собака. Мы продали его так высоко, как сто пятьдесят долларов и мы продали его за столь же низко как двадцать пять долларов. Мы продали его к охотникам, мы продали его милиционерам, мы продали его к врачам, мы продали его курьеров; но он всегда вернулся. И наконец пришло время, когда все знали о месте, и никто не хотел купить его.VНо мы не могли иметь эту собаку с нами. Он ел нашу пищу, он не работал, он деморализованы других собак.Необходимо сделать что-то. Однажды мы ехали в лодке вниз Юкона. Все наши собаки были с нами. Я увидел остров в фронте.«Давайте оставим его на этом острове,» я сказал Стив.«Какая хорошая идея!» ответил Стив. «Да, давайте оставим его на острове.»Мы начали работать энергично с нашими весел. Вскоре мы пришли совсем недалеко от острова. Место было в передней части лодки. Стив толкнул его и менее чем за секунду он был в воде. В другом .second, когда он был на острове и две секунды после этого мы уже далеки от него в середине реки. На этом месте был очень сильный ток.Пятно стоял на острове, глядя на нас. Он не плавать после нас это время, но он вероятно поплыл к банку позже, потому что, когда мы приехали в Доусон — он сидел рядом с рекой и ждет нас.More than ten times we put him on steamers going down the Yukon.3 But always he got off them and came back to us in a day or two.VIOne day Spot took a big piece of meat from Major Dinwiddie's house in Dawson City. But Major Dinwiddie saw him. Immediately he took his rifle and fired at Spot.Do you think he killed him? Nothing of the kind! A policeman came and said to Major Dinwiddie, "You must pay five dollars for using fire-arms in the city." Major Dinwiddie paid five dollars for using fire-arms in the city and Steve and I paid fifty dollars for the meat. Meat stood high at Dawson that year.One day we were on the Yukon in the month of January. This was near Dawson City. The ice was three feet thick but there were some water holes in it. Well, and Spot fell through a water hole. The current carried him down. "This is the end of Spot," I said to myself. But three hundred feet below was another big water hole. And what do you think Spot did? He got out there, shook himself and immediately started a fight with a big Newfoundland dog which was standing on the bank.But one day Spot went away from us. And he did not come back for two months. This is how it was. We were in a far-off place in Alaska and we had no more food. Spring was near and we were waiting for the river to open. We were terribly hungry and we decided to eat our dogs. And then Spot ran away. Day after day we sat up waiting for him. But he did not come back and we ate all the other dogs. And now let me tell you how he came back. You know what it is when a big river opens in spring. Millions of tons of ice go up and down in the water. And in the middle of the river we suddenly saw Spot! We thought it was clear he could not come to us. He did not have a chance in a million. But in a moment we saw him jumping over the ice towards us. More than twenty times he fell into the water and more than twenty times he got out again. And at last he was on the bank beside us.VII
In a day or two the river was quite free from ice. We put our boat into the water and started for Dawson City. Of course we did not take Spot. We left him on the bank. But what do you think was the first thing we saw in Dawson? It was Spot — sitting on the bank and waiting for us.
At last I thought it was enough. I said nothing to Steve. I just wrote him a note saying good-bye. Then I took my things and went away. I tell you that Spot was on my nerves.
I brought some money home and for a time lived happily. Steve wrote me a letter. It was not a friendly letter: he said he was very angry with me. He said he was angry because of Spot.
A year passed. And then one fine morning I came out into the garden and what do you think I saw? Spot — tied to a tree and looking at me with his clever eyes.
"How did he come here?" I asked myself. I looked to the right and I looked to the left. And then I .saw Steve — my old friend Steve, running away from me. I did not stop him.
My wife is a very kind woman. She gave Spot some food. He thanked her immediately by killing her cat. Three days ago Spot got into Mr. Harvey's hen-house (Mr. Harvey is our great friend) and killed twenty hens. Now I must pay for them. Yesterday, because of Spot, I quarrelled with my wife.
I never thought Stephen Mackay could do such a thing. But now I see what he can do. No, I cannot even hear his name! I may kill him if I see him again!

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я ненавижу стивена маккея.если я увижу его снова, я убью его.и думаю, что он был моим лучшим другом, всего несколько лет назад!но позволь мне рассказать мою историю с тобой с самого начала.осенью этого года мы начали очень поздно для клондайк.у нас было мало времени, и было трудно купить собак.мы заплатили около 100 долларов за каждую собаку.и среди этих собак есть место.мы заплатили за него даже больше, чем на других собак.мы заплатили сто десять долларов за него.он выглядел очень хорошая собака.я сказал "с", потому что мы сразу увидела, что он не очень хороший пес.он выглядел хорошо.он был большой, и он был красивый белый и коричневый кожи.и на эту кожу было большое черное пятно.вот почему мы назвали его место.он был силен!и ты видел в его глазах, он был умным!я думаю, он был, пожалуй, самым решительным образом и умной собакой в аляске.но он не использовал свою силу.это правда, он использовал свой интеллект.но он не использовал его на правильный путь.вы увидите немного позже, как он использовал его.IIглавная вещь, о месте было так: он не работает!мы видели, что в первый раз мы положили его в упряжь.это было похоже на это.пришло время начать.стив дал сигнал.всех собак начали тянуть.только место остановилось.стив заполучил его с хлыстом.пятно, не двигайся.стив заполучил его с кнутом, на этот раз сильнее.это не влияет.место стоял там, где он был.в настоящее время стив очень разозлился и дал ему это хорошо.но по - прежнему месте стоял совершенно спокойно.в момент, когда я пришла, чтобы стив."почему ты избил собаку?"я попросил его.стив сказал ничего. он лишь дал мне сливки и ушел.теперь я принял кнутом.я начал бить собаку.я избил его так, я думал, что он не может жить в другой день.но это никак не повлияло.я начал других собак.он до сих пор не двигаться.он перевернулся и более в снегу на спине, но не дальше.нет, мы не могли получить хоть какую - то работу из - за этого пса!и сколько он съел!и как ловко он был, когда он хотел взять еду!мы часто не ужин.почему?- спросите вы.место было вместо нас.IIIно он не принимать пищу только от нас.он взял еду во все места, где он мог достать.я не могу сказать вам, сколько мы заплатили за мясо, мясо и другие хорошие вещи, что зимой.и ты думаешь, мы их съели?нет, место их съел.люди очень часто видели его и пришли забрать свои деньги у нас.почему мы не убить его?- спросите вы.ну, я могу сказать вам, что я пытался убить его.однажды стив пришел ко мне и сказал:"это достаточно.мы должны убить его ".я ответил: "да, это достаточно.мы должны закончить с ним ".так что я взял его в лес, на расстоянии от других собак.здесь я остановился.я забрал мой револьвер.но потом я посмотрел ему в глаза.и я скажу тебе, я почувствовал, что я не мог убить его.когда я смотрел в эти умные глаза, я видел, что это было бы убить человека.также он смотрел мне в глаза.я думал, что эти глаза говорили со мной.они сказали: "ты ненавидишь меня, но ты не можешь убить меня. - ты знаешь, что я сделал?я вернулся, чтобы стив и сказал ему: "я не могу убить собаку." стив засмеялся и сказал: "я думаю, я могу сделать это." в двух или трех дней он занимает место в лес.но он вернулся, говорит, что он не мог убить собаку ".он имеет такие умные глаза ", - сказал стив.IVмы не могли его убить, мы пытались продать его.он выглядел, хорошая собака, чтобы люди были рады, что купить его.очень скоро мы продали его в police1 за 75 долларов.мы отправились на север и полицейских отправился на юг, так что мы решили, что пока, старое место!1, могу вам сказать, мы были очень рады!шесть дней прошло.но утром в седьмой день он снова с нами.он пришел и начал страшную борьбу с другими собаками.через два дня мы продали его официальным курьер.на этот раз он вернулся в течение трех дней.мы были на аляске всю зиму.у нас есть немного денег для нашей работы, и мы получили деньги на месте.мы продали его, десять, двадцать, тридцать раз.он всегда возвращался, и никто не просил денег.это было не сложно продать его.он был такой хороший пёс.мы продали его за целых сто пятьдесят долларов, и мы продали его, как двадцать пять долларов.мы продали его, чтобы охотники, мы продали его полицейских, мы продали его, чтобы врачи, мы продали его курьеров; но он всегда возвращался.и, наконец, пришло время, когда все знали о месте и никто не хочет его купить.Vно мы не могли этого пса с нами.он съел нашу еду, он не работает, он пал духом других собак.необходимо что - то делать.однажды мы ехали в яхте юкона.все наши собаки были с нами.я видел, как остров во фронт."давайте оставим его на этом острове," сказал я стив."какая хорошая идея!"ответил стив ".да, давайте оставим его на острове ".мы начали энергично работать с нашими весла.вскоре мы пришли совсем недалеко от острова.место было в передней части корабля.стив, толкнул его, и менее чем за секунду он был в воде.в другом. во - вторых, он был на острове и двух секунд после этого мы уже далеко от него посреди реки.в настоящее время был очень силен в этом P