The King of Mazy May

Jack London tells the story of a 14 year old boy named Walt Masters who lived in the Gold Rush about 150 years ago. Walter was born at the Yukon river trading place in northern Canada and when his mother died, his father and father moved from the river and settled in a small river called Magey May. They were looking for gold found in streams and rivers in the Klondike region. At that time, the prospectors could bet and then get the land by registering their claim in the director's office of the nearest major city. When it is completed, they are owner of land and no one can take it away from them

Because Walter 's father registered his claim, their land is not affected by the claimed jump shot. The claim jumper is for those who wait for the gold in the river to be found, then request land for the office of the committee and then find that there is a chance for money to do it yourself. The land near Walter is another conspiracy where the old man called Loren Hall works. The hall found gold in his land, went to Dawson City where there is a commissioner's office and claimed land and money for himself. Unfortunately, he fell on river ice and froze his legs. He had to stay where he was - about 17 miles from Dawson - and for about two weeks, and his frozen feet healed.

When returning to the land of Hall near the Mazy May River, some jumpers have found gold in the water. If they can arrive at Dawson before the hall, they can demand land and money for themselves. Walter inadvertently listened to their plans and decided to warn the danger hall of fame. He soon prepared a Huskies and sleigh and found a hole from the ice and snow. The claim jumper tried to stop him looking at him leaving, but Walter fled so quickly. Those people followed him with their sledge and shot him with a gun. Once, when Walter 's first dog struck a bullet, they almost caught him, but Walter quickly separated that dog from the harness and made the other dog a leader. This new leading dog is faster and smarter, so Walter can now move away from his pursuers.

Finally, Walter came to the place the hall had been waiting, and they went to Dawson together, where the hall registered the river where he found money. After much assistance to Old Loren Hall, Walter is known as King of Mazy May.

Another story that represents hard work and enthusiasm is "King of Magey May" of Jack London. Among them, Walt Masters is a wonderful example of true courage and will do my best. "I am 40 years old," he is not an ordinary boy, he used this when he achieved his goal. "He does not know that most boys knows much, but most boys they do not know." The last example of the story is a piece of Linda Sue Park. In this book, Tree-ear is a boy who always shows courage, although life is difficult. Even if time is tough, he is still working toward the current goal. "At every step, the Tree-ear has to train his eyes on the pass and the cart." At every moment he is better and I want to keep my boss happy.

Walter was born for about 1000 miles at a trading place under the rampart of the Yukon Territory. After his mother's death, his father and he stepped step by step from the river to the camp, and they settled down at Mazy May Creek in Klondike Township. Last year, some of them and others took a lot of time to spend Mazy May struggling; then Creek began to show its wealth and began to reward their hard labor. But when they learned the news, strange people began to experience a lot of unfair things they did for short and long nights, and for those who long worked in the river.

A traveler who hiked up and down Mazy May with a backpack refused to bypass all corners, but made a shortcut on the narrow neck of the bottom of the stream. His two pursuers have already returned to use the rest of the dog, but others walked with these shortcuts to walk, and before they knew it He almost exceeded him. But Walter just made a big bark on the dog and ran a few revolvers around the corner. In the next corner they were closer and the bullet knocked unpleasantly around him; but at this point, when the crow flew, Mazy May ran straight and half a mile. Here, the dog grows in a long wolf, waits for pedaling, squatting down, slowing down and warping up