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Lane said that we ought to be able to cross it within a 

 couple of days. Meanwhile we paid several visits to 

 him in his apartments in the large railway office building 

 which had been built for a future development of trade 

 that never came, and where he was nursing a sick man, 

 Jim Hayden, one of the principal mine operators in the 

 Kenai. Finally everything was ready and on the 

 twenty-ninth of September we loaded our duffle on a flat 

 car at the dock, which was pulled by a motor passenger 

 car. Early in the afternoon we started from Seward. 

 On reaching the damaged bridge we had to unload all 

 the stuff, place it on small flat cars called trailers, push 

 them across the bridge which was considerably bent in 

 the middle, and hitch them behind the largest passenger 

 car of the line waiting on the farther side. 



It was a considerable company of us that made the 

 up-bound trip. Collins and Lovering, who were to 

 start hunting moose, sheep and bear from a common 

 camp, had one cook, '^Scotty," and two packers, Elgin 

 Vaughn and Ike Hergard, besides their guides. Dr. 

 Elting had one packer, Ed. Crawford, and Gus Kusche for 

 cook. Kusche had sickened of the sea voyage and wel- 

 comed Elting's invitation to go with him into the interior 

 for a month of sport and recreation. I had a cook, Alex 

 Bolam, and a packer, Fritz Posth, besides "Wild Bill," 

 my guide. 



For something more than an hour we followed the 

 course of Resurrection River until at mile twelve we 

 had reached the summit of the pass. Dense forests, 

 mostly of spruce trees, flanked the railway on both sides 

 in the lower part of its course, and beyond them the 

 mountains towered up, capped by snow and ice, glistening 

 brilliantly in the clear air. Beyond the watershed we 



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