SCO WING ON THE YUKON. 



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grabbed the horns and they proceeded to 

 tow the beast to shore. I shouted, " That's 

 my moose." They pretended they couldn't 

 hear me, but I could see them smile for they 

 knew we couldn't make a landing. The 

 mountains were perpendicular on our side 

 of the river, while they had a sloping bank 

 to land on. I was mad enough to shoot the 

 men, but consoled myself with the hope that 

 we would see them when they got into Daw- 

 son. 



Soon after this we passed Indian river, 

 where a number of prospectors were 

 camped. About one a.m. we saw signs, and 

 knew from what we had been told that we 

 were near Dawson. We were on the wrong 



men came out of their tent and blazed away 

 with their guns. This started every camp for 

 miles around. Every man in this country 

 has a revolver and many have shotgun and 

 rifle also. The dogs that were lying around 

 the camps started a terrible stampede, run- 

 ning like mad and howling at the same time. 

 A number jumped into the river. Some 

 were pulled out but several were drowned. 

 We made a trip around the city and then 

 spread our blankets on our little raft. We 

 were soon asleep, for the mosquitoes were 

 not bad and we were very tired and hungry. 

 We had had nothing to eat but some hard 

 tack since noon the day before. 



When we awoke we pushed out in the 



PHOTO BY CURTIS, SEATTLE, WASH. 



PROSPECTOR'S CACHE ON SUMMIT OF WHITE PASS, ALASKA. 



side of the river and had to work desperately 

 to get to the other shore or we would land 

 many miles beyond. For an hour we 

 fought the swift current like fiends, and as 

 we turned a sharp bank, we saw many boats 

 tied to the shore. After bumping into sev- 

 eral of them, waking up the occupants and 

 receiving their blessings, we managed to 

 make fast to a boat. This camp proved to 

 be Klondike City, better known as Louse- 

 town. Dawson was just across the Klon- 

 dike river. Many people were in the streets 

 as they had just been celebrating Inde- 

 pendence, a privilege they made up their 

 minds to take so suddenly that the mounted 

 police were almost paralyzed. We learned 

 that about 2 hours before we landed some 



river again and made a landing off the bank 

 at Dawson, where boats lined the shore 5 

 and 6 deep. Going to a restaurant in a tent 

 and having some warm beans and coffee and 

 sour dough bread, for which we paid $2 a 

 cover, we were ready for business again. 



We saw many friends we had made on the 

 Skaguay trail. Everyone said he had made 

 the mistake of his life. One look at the 

 thousands of discouraged cheechacoes 

 around was enough. Most of them had 

 prospected rivers and creeks under the most 

 trying circumstances, and as a last resource 

 they had come to Dawson, hoping to hear 

 someone had made a new find, but there was 

 no good news. Taking a pack of 50 or 75 

 pounds on their backs, they would start up 



