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Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police with Yukon King,

swiftest and strongest lead dog breaking the trail in the relentless pursuit of lawbreakers

in the wild days of the Yukon.

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Back to the days of the gold rush as Sergeant Preston with his wonder dog Yukon King

meets the challenge of the Yukon.

This is the Yukon in Arctic winter, the territory patrolled by Sergeant Preston.

A raw, untutored land where the courage of a thin red line of Northwest Mounted Police

became a bulwark of law and order.

Herschel Island in the Beaufort Sea,

gathering spot for whaling ships during the summer months, almost deserted in winter.

When the rowdy sailors left with the coming of the snow,

peace had come again to the tribe of Kogmalok Eskimos of the island.

Until the day villagers brought their chief Atkasuk and his son Tukalik

to view a disquieting sight.

A vagrant whaler blown into the bay on the heels of a storm lay caught in the winter ice.

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Well, Jim, what do you think of Jason Bowhead for a leader now, huh?

There's our winter quarter, snug as a bug in a rug.

You should have been captain, that's what I always said.

Jeremy, Nathan, ain't that what I always said?

Too bad the captain didn't feel the same way, eh, Bosun?

Too bad for the captain. He'd be alive now.

Yeah, you boys better reload your guns.

Time we brought these savages to terms.

Teach them who's boss from now on.

Bosun, Doc, pipe them on deck.

Whistle

Hide, you savages! I'll mention you chief!

Set fire to me now or we blow you apart!

Come on, get ahead!

Get your hoes! Get up to me and tell all of ya!

Get your hoes!

Me Atkasuk. Me chief.

You mean you were the chief.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

That'll teach you to say it's me, Esky.

Next time I won't miss! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hey, you!

You understand American?

Then you tell these people I'm their new chief.

Their king.

You tell them if they want to stay alive, they'll feed us.

Give us everything we want.

And they'll bring us fox skins. Plenty skins, savvy!

Then tell them!

A few weeks later, Sergeant Preston with his great dog King arrived at Fort McPherson,

northernmost outpost of the Mounted Police,

to take temporary command during the enforced absence of Inspector Fitzwilliam.

Sergeant? Hello, Corporal.

King, I've been hoping you'd come along soon.

Why, is something wrong?

I think you'd better check for yourself. Will you come in?

Right away.

Give me a bit.

Sergeant, this is Tukalik, son of Atkasuk, the chief on Herschel Islands.

Happy to know you, Tukalik.

Good dog, dear. Him yours?

Yes, King's my lead dog. Shake hands with Tukalik, King.

Him great dog.

Tell Sergeant Preston your story, Tukalik.

Big white king come from ship, make trouble. Much trouble for my father's people.

Him bring one, two, three white men and fire sticks.

Him kill other white men on ship in ice, me think.

That's a serious charge, Tukalik. What makes you think there was murder committed?

Me hunt seal. See ship come. Many men. Ice come, ship no can go.

Many men come with ship. White king, him leave ship.

Bring one, two, three white men. No more white men on ship now. Me look.

This, uh, this man that calls himself the king, do you know his name or anything more about him?

Him say him King Jason. White men call him Bohit.

Him big man. Very big. Carry big harpoon.

So, him hurt my father. Take all our food. Take all our skins.

This calls for immediate action, Corporal. I've heard of this man, Bohit.

He's a harpoonist. One of the best in the business.

And by reputation, a tough customer. You help my people?

We'll leave for Herschel Island at once.

Tukalik glad. Redcoat Eskimo's friend.

Surely you're not considering handling this job alone, Sergeant.

Well, I have no alternative, Corporal. I can't wait for the Dawson patrol and

you must remain here on duty. Besides, I won't be alone.

I have my Eskimo friend and I have King here. Isn't that right, fella?

The run from Fort McPherson to Herschel Island, more than 200 miles over some of

the most barren, treacherous and coldest terrain in the Arctic,

was in itself something of a heroic feat. But taking it in easy stages,

Preston and Tukalik made the trip uneventfully in record time.

There, our village. Yes, I see it, Tukalik.

There's a strange flag flying out in front of the company building.

This proves our trip wasn't wasted. That fellow, Bohit, had the nerve to haul

down the Dominion flag and replace it with one of his own.

You use fire stick on white men? No, no, Tukalik.

Not unless it's absolutely necessary. It's the duty of the police to

to bring criminals to justice, not to kill them.

Come on, let's go to the village.

Sergeant, him great men. You very proud, huh?

That's a rotten lot. Where have you hidden the good stuff?

No hide them skins. Hide no good this time.

And I say you're a liar. I'll get them out of you if I have to beat

them out of you. Doc, go see who that is heaping to honor

me.

Avast, there! What do you mean striking our colors? There's only one flag

authorized to fly over Canadian territory, sailor.

Put that gun away. Who says so? I do. He won't bother you unless you attack.

And who are you? Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police.

You, Esky. I'll lay this is your doing. Wait till Bohit hears about it. That'll

do, sailor. Where'll I find Jason Bohit? Inside,

mister. Lead the way. Stay, King, stay.

Are you Jason Bohit? Sure, that's me. As your man probably just

told you, I'm Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police.

I'm here to investigate complaints on robbery and murder.

Robbery, murder here? That's right. Oh, I'm afraid someone's been spinning one

from the winch on you, Sergeant. Jim Dark here, Nathan, Jeremy. We're just

pulling the wool over your eyes. I'm afraid you're not the only one.

I'm not, Jeremy. We're just poor shipwrecked sailors, marooned here by the ice.

Now, there's no harm in that, is there? I don't know. That's what I'm here to find

out. Who's are these?

They're ours. We traded them from the Eskys.

Oh, it was a fair swap. Why don't you ask them?

I intend to. Only Chief Father speak English.

Him tell truth. Chief Atkasuk, you can speak for your people.

No harm will come to you. Did you trade those skins,

or were they stolen from you?

Speak to Sergeant. Tell him truth.

Well, Atkasuk? Too colic. I'm very young. I make mistake.

Atkasuk no want trouble. People no want trouble.

Sergeant, you go in peace.

First, him belong the white man bowhead.

No, no, no. You no listen. All free. All lie. Why don't you shut up and

tend your own sail? He's a troublemaker, Sergeant. This

little squid wants to be a hero. Like his old man said, he's just a kid.

You heard the Chief. So that should settle that, eh, Sergeant?

Not entirely, bowhead. I want to know more about you and your ship.

Much more. So keep yourself available for further questioning.

Don't worry. I don't intend to go anywhere this time of year.

Come on, Tuglik.

Thark. Aye. Keep a weather eye on that mountie. I want to know just what course

he charts, but don't let him see. Aye, aye, it is, sir.

All right, you two look alive. Find something to stir those skins away and

they smell like old bilge.

I know you're only trying to protect your people by keeping silent about

bowhead, Chief, but you're doing them more harm than good.

These sailors are bad men. They'll take your lives as quickly as

they'll take your furs and food.

Adkasu, Kim Hunt now. Bring plenty seal. Make white man happy.

Make Eskimo happy. No trouble.

Sergeant, you see.

Him no listen. Him, Chief, people do as Chief say.

No listen to Sergeant. In that case, I'll have to take other measures.

I'm going out to that icebound ship with King. If bowhead and his men have

committed murder, they may have left evidence. If that's

the case, I'll take them into custody with or without the help of your father.

You not take Tuglik? No, you stay here and keep your eyes open. If anything goes

wrong, let me know. You understand? Tuglik understand. Good. And be

careful. I won't be long.

Well, Bosun. Preston just weighed anchor and took his sleigh out across the ice.

I know. I saw that myself. The point is, where is he headed? To the ship, Jason.

The ship? What does he want aboard that old hulk?

The log. Preston said something about getting evidence against us.

Evidence of murder. Nathan, Jeremy, on deck. You follow that,

Mountie. We never found the ship's log. The captain had plenty of time to write

every detail of the mutiny in it before we

busted into his cabin and killed him. I can figure a way out of here without

that shipwrecked burner. You two go with the Bosun. Take guns and

ammunition. If Preston's got that log, you kill him.

You hear? Kill him.

I like it. My hands are not snooping, no.

It was dusk by the time Preston reached the ice-locked whaler, Dolphin.

Outside of the groans of the hull and the creaks of the rigging in the wind,

not a sound was heard as Preston and King made a circuit of the ice-bound

ship. Well, we've been all around the ship, King.

This must be where they got off. Have a look. You stay here.

On the starboard side, in spite of the failing light,

Preston worked his way forward from the stern of the vessel

and closely examined the deserted ship. All evidence pointed to a sudden

departure, but no sign of a body.

Sergeant! Tukalik! I thought you were one of Boe's men.

The men come, Sergeant. They kill you. Tukalik, take dog sled.

Get here first to tell you. Thanks, Tukalik.

Means I'll have to hurry. So far I've drawn a blank.

From the looks of this cabin, Boe was in here searching for something. Probably

the captain's logbook. I'd be willing to bet he didn't find it.

What's him logbook? Well, a logbook is the ship's journal.

It's, uh, oh, the captain writes down everything that happens every day aboard his ship.

Like a storybook? Yeah, you might say that.

Only it's a true story, a history. Most of these old ships had secret

compartments in the captain's quarters. Usually in the desk. I was about to look

there when you came. Let's see what I can find here. You know, wait!

They come, they kill you. Tukalik, I came here searching for evidence

and I'll not leave until I either find it or I'm sure there's none to be found.

There's no reason why you should stay here and risk your life. You've done more

than your part already, so go while you can. No!

He's Sergeant Hempstead. Tukalik Hempstead too.

Tukalik, Sergeant's friend. Nothing can be surer than that. Come on,

let's see what we can uncover.

We like that. You want them out of the nowhere here?

Impots on us from the deck like shooting fish in a barrel.

We'll trick the mutt. Sir, let's come soon now. I'm going to give this one more try.

If that logbook is still here, it's somewhere in this desk. King will warn us.

That dog's gonna raise Marinette as soon as we start for him.

You men move in on him fast. While he's busy with you, I'll climb the ladder and

make a top side before Preston gets wise. What are you waiting for? It's just a dog.

Obey orders. I'm in charge here.

I've got it. The logbook.

It's King. Sounds like they've been able to get to him. Let's hurry before they

try to kill him.

Oh,

Jeremy Nathan.

You better give up, Preston. You're trapped. Don't be a fool, Dark. Kill me and there'll

be others to take my place. Give up peacefully while you can. That's big talk,

Marty. Come out with your hands up or we'll blast our way in.

Got him trapped up in the captain's cabin, up on the quarter deck.

Give him a blast through the door, Nathan, so he'll know we mean business.

See what I mean, Preston? All right, come after me and at least one of you will die

before I do. Well, what are you waiting for? Blast your way in and take him.

A couple of yellow bellies, eh? I'll show you.

Wait. I've got a better idea. All right, Preston, so I don't come in

after you, but you don't dare come out either.

It's a standoff. We'll smoke you out. How do you like that, Mr. Marnie?

Dark's right. He sets fire to the ship, we're helpless.

Boy, I say, needs ship. Get away when ice go, no burn.

You're right, Dark's bluffing. Bad men no stay long, Tokalik think.

Listen, big storm him come from north. Ice him begin move. Push him ship all sides.

Ship maybe him sink, then bad men go. Probably so, if what you say is true.

That also puts us in a bad spot. Tokalik, no one work for bad men. Rather die.

I hope neither of us have to face that decision, Tokalik.

Dark and the others have been gone a long time. What if they ran into any

trouble? You can't trust anybody.

What do you want? Tokalik him gone long time. Why?

How do I know? Got enough troubles of my own without worrying about that

kid of yours. Sailor's him gone. Tokalik gone. Sailor's guilt, Tokalik.

I'd curse you kill him, bowhead. Get out of here.

Get out of here before I kill you. Me no afraid.

Me old man, me die soon. You heard him, Tokalik.

You die too.

Now you get out of here before I finish the job.

I'll show him. All by myself, I'll show him.

I'll show him. All by myself, I'll show him.

It's nothing. The ship's just moving a little.

It's all over, Dark. The pack ice is moving. It'll stay in the sides of the

ship and we'll go to the bottom in minutes. You don't scare me, Marty.

Come back here, you swabs.

I think they've gone, Tokalik. Ship's sink.

They've left. Come on.

There they are. Bad man, get away. I will catch him with the sled. Come on.

Just a bad bump in the head. You'll be all right.

King and I'll take the lead. You follow us with your sled. Come on, King.

Finally aroused to anger by the wounding of their chief and encouraged by the

arrival of Preston, the usually peaceful natives began to

close in on Bowhead. Many spears and knives against one man

with a harpoon and a gun. The fool savages. What are they trying to

prove? They don't stand a chance.

On your feet. Mountain's right behind us.

Oh.

Hold it, Doc. Drop that gun. Don't shoot, Sergeant. We surrender.

Get him on his feet. Hurry up.

Now get your hands behind you. Arrest you all in the name of the crown. From

mutiny and murder. Your handcuffs. Those two together.

Handcuff Dark. You found the ship's log, I take it.

That's right. Pick up that gun. You got the whole story. How you killed the

rest of the crew. All written in the captain's own handwriting.

Written just before you killed him.

What's going on here, Atkesuk? Bowhead, him shoot fire stick at Atkesuk.

People angry. Punish him, Bowhead. There's no need to take the law into your own

hands. You leave, no come back. Tukali go, he no

come back. Atkesuk think you no come back. Bowhead

will pick you off one at a time. Tell your people to move back here. I'll

take care of this.

Is there any way of getting into that building that Bowhead may not know about?

Winter's ski patch maybe. In topside. Trap door on the roof?

You know how to handle this? Guard the prisoners.

So Preston caught Dark and the others, huh? Well, he won't find me such an easy

mark. Go around the front and guard the front

door. I wonder what that Mowdy's up to now.

You're covered, Bowhead. Go up with your hands up.

Why don't you come down and get me, Mowdy?

Come on, you weak boy. Put your hands behind you.

All right, Tukali. Tell your father his people are free now.

We take these men back to Fort McPherson. The Dawson patrol will pick

them up and try them for murder. They'll have a tough time proving that.

I will, huh? The Dolphin's logbook will convict you.

Get moving. Don't judge all white men by a few bad ones, Chief.

Sergeant, him make our Kasuk very glad. Now village people hunt and fish in

peace. May you always have peace. Most of us,

too, wish only for the peace that law and

order can bring. White brother, speak well.

Okay, we're ready to take our prisoners on to jail.

For us, this case is closed.

All right, on your feet.

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