Trailing and camping in Alaska . esides my life in the north, IVe mined inMontana, Colorado and California. Say, I believeIll get two horses and spend next summer in theinterior, as it is most too confining out there on theisland. I am only sixty-two and a summers outingwould do me good. 326 Trailing and Camping in Alaska He then arose and crossed the room to inspect amap on which was marked Unexplored Terri-tory. And this was Germansen, a moral frontiersmanwith innate refinement; who never drank intoxicants,gambled, used tobacco or profane language—a mag-nificent type of the western pioneer.
Trailing and camping in Alaska . esides my life in the north, IVe mined inMontana, Colorado and California. Say, I believeIll get two horses and spend next summer in theinterior, as it is most too confining out there on theisland. I am only sixty-two and a summers outingwould do me good. 326 Trailing and Camping in Alaska He then arose and crossed the room to inspect amap on which was marked Unexplored Terri-tory. And this was Germansen, a moral frontiersmanwith innate refinement; who never drank intoxicants,gambled, used tobacco or profane language—a mag-nificent type of the western pioneer. This is a bareoutline of his wonderful life story. Imagine a sum-mer spent in the wilds of the Matanuska with nocompanions but strange Indians, and that only oneof a life-time of such incidents. It requires greatforce of character to live the life that paves theway for empires, but the North possesses many suchcharacters. Verily, truth is stranger than fiction! Three months after that interview James Ger-mansen died at oU <3 CHAPTER XXVI O, the days that weve numbered and the nights that weveslumbered In the lone valleys midst forests of thrills;Where the water was splashing with silver salmon s lashing. And the great bighorns looked down from the hills! It is not such a precarious pastime to glance back-ward over the summer of 1906 as were the realexperiences. Yet it is not more comfortable thanwere the many pleasant evenings I spent at goodold Camp Comfort roadhouse during that sum-mer. As this was only four miles from my copperlocations, it was as a neighbor as well as a comfortto me when passing too and fro. It is a mental pleasure to me now to glance fromthe present back to the scenes which linger in mymemory, and to see again those black, high peakssilhouetted against the northern sky; storm-whippedpeaks kissed into forgiveness by warm sunshine whileother storms raged below. Again I can see themountain goat, away up yonder, clinging to preci-pices and life w
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