4 THE UPPER YUKON 



ronto, Canada, and through the Great Lakes 

 to Winnipeg, and from there by the Canadian 

 Pacific Railroad to Vancouver. 



It seems that no matter when I leave the 

 big city upon my annual hunting trip, let the 

 month be August, September or October, it 

 is my fate to leave on an extremely hot day. 

 In the season of 1912, the day of departure 

 from the heated city was no exception. It 

 was hot on the street, and hot in the sleeping 

 car. Our first stop was Buffalo, then Hamil- 

 ton, Toronto, Port McNichol on the Georgian 

 Bay, the "Soo" Canal, Port Arthur, Vancou- 

 ver, Skagway and lastly White Horse, where 

 we would outfit for the hunting territory, and 

 when we left that famous little town we would 

 be in "the land of adventure." 



When we pulled out from Broad Street Sta- 

 tion, a woman, sitting in the seat across the 

 aisle from us, had to change to the seat in 

 front of us while her berth was being made. 

 Her sole concern was how she could best take 

 care of a great panama hat which was loaded 

 with a pinnacle of artificial flowers. The 

 porter brought her the largest sized paper bag 

 that was made, but alack-a-day, it wouldn't 

 cover it, and therefore she fretted and wor- 

 ried as to how it might look in the morning. 



