ENROUTE TO THE HUNTING GROUNDS 



as experience has taught them that "readiness 

 to serve" double discounts good clothes and 

 fancy grub while in the open. Jimmy could sleep 

 on less and live on less food while on a "siwash" 

 trip than anyone I have ever met. He is a 

 small man, about 40, wiry, quick and unobtru- 

 sive. Like Billy Wooden, he is a wonderful 

 climber — a human camel in traveling long dis- 

 tances without food or water. For years he has 

 employed his time at freighting between Mc- 

 Carthy and the Shushanna mining district. In 

 winter he uses dog sleds in this work, and could 

 tell many a harrowing tale of hardship, death 

 and privation while traveling on the glaciers 

 over this route. 



Next comes our little Jap, Jimmie Fujii, who 

 acted as cook. While a typical Japanese in man- 

 ner and disposition, yet he has absorbed much 

 of American and Alaskan ways during the 

 twenty-odd years that he has been a "rolling 

 stone" in this country. First marrying in Japan, 

 he has had two matrimonial ventures in America 

 with white girls, but has given up all future ideas 

 of repeating the offense over here. He is now 

 treading the path of single blessedness again, and, 

 being a free man, travels when and where he 

 pleases, following the avocation of cook. He is a 

 high school graduate, and aside from being a 

 splendid cook is a great student of international 

 social problems. His morning call — usually issued 

 at 5:30 a. m. — "Ho-oh! Break-fawst!" — still 



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