. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... them about us. Our departurewas a mystery. Now this was the condition that wasagreed to on the Rock Island. Ryan had seen the captainand had asked him for a chance for three of us, tellinghim our circumstances and where we wanted to go. Heasked if we had anything of value besides our told him that he had a violin that he would willinglygive if the captain would take it, but the latter said hewould not take the last thing a man owned, so he went
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... them about us. Our departurewas a mystery. Now this was the condition that wasagreed to on the Rock Island. Ryan had seen the captainand had asked him for a chance for three of us, tellinghim our circumstances and where we wanted to go. Heasked if we had anything of value besides our told him that he had a violin that he would willinglygive if the captain would take it, but the latter said hewould not take the last thing a man owned, so he went tosee the purser, taking Ryan with him, and after talkingthe matter over, they agreed to take us, we agreeing topay $300 apiece if we found any gold. When I stepped on deck I found Ryan at work hand-ling freight. Our outfits were all on board and stowed,so I reported to the mate, Mr. Hardall, who set me towork. We had been so long without work it came hardon us. We were given a room among the rest of thepassengers, feeling that we had been helped by that greatOmnipotent who moves in mystery, and thankful for Histimely aid. (158). THE ROCK ISLAND LEAVING ST. MICHAELS FOR THE YUKON. UP THE YUKON. 159 Beeirian, who came on board to see ns after we hadstopped work, felt joyful to think that he was going bade us good-by that night, for next morning we wereto sail for the Yukon. Getting underway on a steamerwas a small job ; casting off the breast hires and backingon the sheer line swings her head off, and then, as shesteams ahead, the lines are hauled in and the boat is we drew away from the Garone the crowd on deckcheered us lustily, and soon we lost sight of St. Michaelsas we plunged into a fog bank. The fog whistle was keptblowing, making its dismal music, and the dark fog, al-most a rain, made things appear miserable. I found that the mate, Mr. Hardall, had taken a disliketo me ; in fact, he did not love any of us. He kept uscarrying coal to the fire-room, the c
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