The land of Nome; a narrative sketch of the rush to our Bering Sea gold-fields, the country, its mines and its people, and the history of a great conspiracy 1900-1901 . raps. There wasusually a platform in the rear supportinga piano and a phonograph, and servingas a stage from which sirens would tor-ture the popular ballads, whose agonypenetrated the street. I should have enjoyed attending thesessions of the court, but the judge andcourt staff were then on the high seas,going to hold a short term at St. Michaels,pursuant to law. In a more or less des-perate attempt to fill in the tedious wait-
The land of Nome; a narrative sketch of the rush to our Bering Sea gold-fields, the country, its mines and its people, and the history of a great conspiracy 1900-1901 . raps. There wasusually a platform in the rear supportinga piano and a phonograph, and servingas a stage from which sirens would tor-ture the popular ballads, whose agonypenetrated the street. I should have enjoyed attending thesessions of the court, but the judge andcourt staff were then on the high seas,going to hold a short term at St. Michaels,pursuant to law. In a more or less des-perate attempt to fill in the tedious wait-ing-time, A and I one evening sought amusement at the Standard entertainment was not calculated todelight delicate sensibilities. The glorious Fourth was appropri-ately celebrated by ample decoration withthe flag throughout the town and a verycreditable parade, which, headed by a164 A DISMAL OUTLOOK company of sturdy regulars from theneighboring military post, was followedby an A1 fire-engine drawn by fine horses,three uniformed hose companies, and ascore of lively little are the enterprise and conqueringspirit of our people! 165. VII UP THE STREAMS-AN EVENING ATJOHNSONS CAMP >Y this time it was certain thatGolovin Bay was open. TheKlondikers and Yukoners, asturdy lot of earnest men andnot looking a bit starved, were pouringinto town from St. Michaels, and thereport came that ships at the northwestwere unloading at Teller and GrantleyHarbor. Nothing loath, I got away from!Nome in the evening of July 5 on thesmall steamer Elmore^ Avhich I did notremember with especial relish. The flooraccommodations had meantime been sup-166 UP THE STREAMS planted by bunks, and the trip to GolovinBay, which we reached the followingafternoon, was not half bad. Just beforeanchoring, we came alongside of the Ruth,which lay there absolutely helpless, hersteering-gear smashed beyond redemp-tion. Much surprised to see W on the derelict, I reached over and shook hish
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