North to Alaska

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

North to Alaska

They're goin'north, the rush is on

North to Alaska

They're goin'north, the rush is on

Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92

With George Pratt, his partner

And brother Billy too

They crossed the Yukon River

And found the bonanza gold

Below that old white mountain

Just a little southeast of Nome

Sam crossed the majestic mountains

To the valleys far below

He talked to his team of huskies

As he mushed on through the snow

With the northern lights a-runnin' wild

ln the Land of the Midnight Sun

Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man

ln the year of 1901

Where the river is windin'

Big nuggets they're fiindin'

North to Alaska

They're goin'north, the rush is on

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

North to Alaska

They're goin'north, the rush is on

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

- Way up north

- North to Alaska

- 31 ounces, and that's it.

- 31 ounces.

31... 16... 496.

$496. All right.

Sam, that's $108,256.14.

What's your pleasure, folks?

We've hit it big, and we're buyin'!

Sam, all this means to me

is Jenny, and getting her up here.

George, a wonderful thing about Alaska

is that matrimony hasn't hit up here yet.

- Let's keep it a free country.

- You're backing down, Sam.

- You're breaking your promise!

- l never break a promise, but...

l don't understand. Now you're a millionaire,

you keep wanting to enslave yourself.

- l can't wait to get enslaved, Sam!

- Well, quit shakin', Uncle Tom.

l'll fetch her back.

Sam, darling!

Georgie Pratt, the lovin' limey!

Uh... No, thank you, lady. l'm spoken for.

lt's all right, mister. Your virtue is safe.

Billy Pratt. How you've grown.

- Well, l'm glad it's noticeable.

- How old are you now?

- Not old enough.

- Don't believe him. l'm 20, ma'am.

You're 17, and you'll hold yourself in

until you find the right one, like l did.

What are you, my brother or my mother?

George!

Here, Sam. Have some of what you're buyin'.

l always like free liquor!

Hear you hit one of

the biggest gold strikes around.

We'll know better when l get back from

Seattle with the heavy diggin' equipment.

All right, folks. Quiet down.

- Quiet!

- Shut up!

We'll drink to the twitchingest nose for gold

in the whole territory of Alaska:

my partner, George Pratt!

And here's to George's fiance, who's been

pinin' away in Seattle for three years

waitin' for him to become a millionaire -

Jenny Lamont!

- When are you bringing her up, George?

- l ain't. Sam is.

That's like sending a rabbit

to fetch you back a piece of lettuce!

Somebody's gotta keep you thieves

from jumping the claim. Anyway,

- Sam's better at buying machinery than l am.

- l'll tell you somethin' else he's better at!

l gotta stay and build our honeymoon cabin.

George builds the cabin,

and Sam takes the honeymoon!

All right, you've had your fun.

l'll lay you five to one, George Pratt, your

first kid has a squint and a wrinkled brow!

That ain't very funny, mister!

Girls!

Hey, look at the dames!

Hey! Girls!

Girls?

Hey! There's a whole shipload of new girls!

- Not a bad fight, huh?

- lnteresting.

What l wanna know is,

who's gonna pay for this mess?

- Mess?

- Ah, don't worry, greasehead.

lt was worth it.

Our Jenny has been vindicated.

Oh, thank you, Mr McCord!

Well, Clancy. Thank you.

l'd better get steam-cleaned

and shaved before l get on that boat.

Sam, l'm relying on you.

Don't you get drunk or arrested.

- George, l gave you my promise.

- Yeah

l'll meet you on the beach

with Jenny's ticket.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Howdy.

l didn't expect to find

luxuries of this nature out here.

- Just come in?

- Yeah, yesterday.

Boy, it sure is hot!

Say, didn't l see you

about six months ago in Seattle?

No.

- Great town, Seattle.

- Yeah.

l hated to leave,

but the gold fever got me packin'.

lt's a big fever.

Hey, that's all right!

My name's Frank Canon.

- Sam McCord.

- That's a real dinger. ''Big fever''!

Forgot my soap. Be right back.

- Why, you thievin' little...

- Wait a minute! l wasn't doing anything!

Don't lie to me, you robber! l saw ya!

- What are you doin'? l didn't do anything!

- You thieving little skunk!

- That rat was going through your clothes.

- What's goin' on?

- l caught a thief going through his clothes.

- l'm sorry.

The town's filling up with riffraff.

l can't watch them all.

Cool down, mister. He'd have come up

empty. My money's in this bag.

l'm sorry, but... dishonesty

always makes me see red.

No harm done. l'll buy you a drink.

No, no. l always insist on

buying the first one.

The Canons have been like that as long

as l can remember. My father used to...

- You won't believe this!

- What's the joke?

While l was looking out for you, that bum

robbed me! Took everything but my pants!

- Uh, $5, please.

- You strapped, mister?

lt's embarrassing.

lt's nothing serious. l'll get the money

from the States in a few days.

Won't hurt to lose a few pounds dieting.

l forgot! Frankie's silver lining.

l almost forgot it. l'll be able to

get the money on that little bauble.

You can get the money right here.

For trying to save my poke,

l'll give you a coupla hundred.

- The diamond's worth $5,000 easy.

- Well, how much do you need?

There might be some delay

in getting my money from the States.

Say a thousand.

Say five hundred.

- You can't ask for better security.

- Here's your five.

Kinda foolish to trust a stranger

with a hunk of diamond like that.

Not at all, Mr McCord.

l can always tell an honest face.

- Yeah, but l'm goin' outta town.

- Makes no difference.

l'll be around when you get back.

- What is this, corn or whiskey?

- Just ask for what you want, mister.

$5,000, eh?

That crooked jeweller must have...

must have switched stones?

Well, l guess that...

guess that about makes us even.

- Not quite.

- Hm?

- l wonder what's happened to Billy.

- That kid?

He's probably tailing the dance-hall girls.

Sam! Sam, wait a minute.

Now, look. Here's your ticket.

And, uh... here's a letter to Jenny.

- lt's kind of personal.

- l won't look!

Well, you know how it is after three years.

And here's her picture. Look at that face.

Look at those eyes, look at that smile.

The best part's missing: the figure.

''Nature's masterpiece'', l call her.

l've been listening to this for three years.

- Pretty near wore out lookin' at it.

- Don't... don't bend it.

And you will tell her that l have to stay here,

and that l'm building the cabin?

- l'll tell her.

- l'm awful grateful, Sam.

You don't know what Jenny means to me.

All that gold in Alaska? Not worth

her little finger! You know how it is.

No, l never felt that way about a woman.

But l'll take your word for it.

Hey, mister! You for the Victoria Queen?

- Comin' right up.

- Shovin' off, sir.

Sam... Sam, my whole life's in your hands.

l'll deliver her to you, partner.

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