. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... a hot fire going allnight, and as he never complained I thought it was allright. I was busy making a sleigh and worked very latenights. I was not very well, and nry legs began to giveout, but I kept upon my feet, thinking it would help mylegs. One morning, after the doctor had left, the shack caughtfire around the stove-pipe. I threw water on, as I had sixpails full, but found that I would have to get upon theroof. I thereupon took an old line I had and fasten
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... a hot fire going allnight, and as he never complained I thought it was allright. I was busy making a sleigh and worked very latenights. I was not very well, and nry legs began to giveout, but I kept upon my feet, thinking it would help mylegs. One morning, after the doctor had left, the shack caughtfire around the stove-pipe. I threw water on, as I had sixpails full, but found that I would have to get upon theroof. I thereupon took an old line I had and fastened itto the pail which contained all the water there was took the end in my hand and climbed up on theroof. When the pail was half way up the line may guess the rest. Just then one of the Sereneparty came along and gave me his assistance. The firewould get in the moss, and it was almost impossible toput it out, but we got things under control after havingquite a little fight in the cold—fifteen degrees below was glad to build a fire and get my breakfast. The doctor remarked that I would burn it all down. SAM MALLIMOOT TRADING. A WINTER IN BEAVER CITY. 201 some day by the hot fires that I kept. He stayed no longerwith me after that, and I was alone and getting day the cords of my legs were getting more andmore stiff; still I went out and cut my days wood andcarried it in, but I knew it would not be for long. Indian Sam Mallimoot, as he was called, came along onemorning when I was cutting1 wood. He was the chief ofa small tribe of Indians clown the river called the Malli-rooots. He stopped to talk, and I asked him about thewinter time. He said, Plenty cold bime b}T, too cold,and that was all he would tell, for you must take theseIndians in and feed them if you want to get any informa-tion from them. They plenty eat, plenty talk; no eat,no talk.* Sam was a crafty Indian, and was well versedin all the crooked ways of the white man, but he could
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