Charlie Chaplin (1951)

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"The Gold Rush" 191 ranged through Tom Meighan who was married to his aunt, Frances Ring. Jim Tully, hobo author of "Beggars of Life," was hired at fifty dollars a week, to help with the script and serve as a sort of court jester. And, of course, faithful Henry Bergman was around to double as actor-director. "The Gold Rush" opens on an unending procession of footsore prospectors through the snowy Chilkoot Pass in the Klondike gold rush of 1898. "A Lone Prospector," flourishing a cane, appears on a narrow ledge, nonchalant despite spills and one-footed skids around corners and unaware of the huge bear following behind. Climbing down rocks, a slip sends him sliding in the snow all the way to the bottom where, pausing to lean on his cane, it sinks up to the handle. To set his course, the little fellow takes out a map and follows the arrow pointing North. In the meanwhile Big Jim McKay, another prospector, stakes a claim, promptly finds a nugget, and basks in bliss. "Then came a storm." Charlie seeks refuge in the cabin of the desperado, Black Larsen. Ordered out, the wind blows so hard through the door that Charlie can't buck it and keeps sliding in one spot. When the wind pushes him out through another door, he crawls back. Big Jim, in the meanwhile, is picked up by the wind, together with his tent, and blown right through the Larsen cabin, along with Charlie. Each opening door blows someone out through another. The famished Jim snatches a bone away from Charlie, biting his finger in the process. Charlie pats the big man as if he were a mad dog. Larsen reenters with a rifle to drive out his uninvited guests. Jim grapples with him for possession of the gun. Charlie has a desperate time keeping out of range. Every move of the wrestling men manages to keep him covered. Finally there is a shot and Charlie feels himself for blood.