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dangerous Whitehorse rapids, a comfortable 

 steamer takes one down the swift-flowing Yukon 

 to Dawson City. The beauties of the Pacific 

 coast scenery, the cahnness of the narrow 

 waters of the inside passage, and the grandeur 

 of the White Pass, are now attracting many 

 tourists to Dawson during the sunnn.er months 

 from the American cities of Seattle, Portland 

 and San Francisco. I would strongly advise 

 every Briton who visits Vancouver to make this 

 most interesting and instructive journey, if he 

 can possibly spare the time to do so. 



In my own case it was neither the hope of 

 finding gold nor the pure love of beautiful 

 scenery that drew me to the Yukon country in 

 the summer of 1904, but a letter from a 

 Canadian friend inviting me to join his party 

 on a hunting trip to the upper waters of the 

 Stewart River, where moose and bears were 

 reported to be very plentiful, and where 

 caribou and saddle-backed sheep {Ovis fanningi) 

 were also known to exist in considerable numbers 

 in all the mountain ranges. I was asked to try 

 and arrive at Dawson before August 15th in 



