4 6 THE UPPER YUKON 



famous road-house and its big stable were go- 

 ing to wrack and ruin and I wondered how 

 and where the youthful owner could ever rec- 

 ompense himself for his folly and incompe- 

 tence. 



"Gold all gold this is fairy gold, boy, 

 and 'twill prove so" and so it did prove. 

 The youth wended his way back to the me- 

 tropolis a much chastened and humiliated 

 young man. 



In due time the train arrived at White 

 Horse, after passing through gorges and 

 mountains and over circling bridges, including 

 the great cantilever bridge spanning a can- 

 yon two hundred and fifty feet deep. We 

 were five hours late, and reached the famous 

 town of White Horse at 9.30 P. M. in place of 

 4.30. The custom house closes here at 4.30, 

 but the Chief Officer of this department was 

 courteous enough to be on hand to inspect our 

 baggage, which he did in a few minutes, so 

 that we were permitted to remove it to the 

 hotel that night. 



The Hotel White Horse is a clean, well- 

 managed inn, with a woman in charge of the 

 house proper, while a man controls the liquid 

 end. A stout woman has charge of the cook- 



