The river never sleeps.(short story)

Grandfather had warned Xavier not to proceed out on the Yukon that day. on the other hand about a hundred yards from the willow-choked shore, kneeling by dint of a small hole chop in the thick ice, were Xavier Beans and his cousin John Ianutuk.

Xavier searched [i]or[/i] part of to the other his red backpack for his tackle chest His cousin, who always appeared to be quicker at everything, had already dropp his fishing line into the alloy of copper water rushing beneath the perforation

"You should have been there, John It was scary. Grandfather gazeed right at me and said, `Beware! The river at no time sleeps!"

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