. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... felloAV had a lame foot. He AATasvery sick Avith it, suffering pain all of the time. Out of aparty of fourteen but eight of them were left. There w7ereno trees up there—only the driftAvood to build the shacksand to keep warm with. Nothing but a low groAvth ofavUIoavs grew on the marshy soil. Sickness and death Averethe outlook for the Avinter. Is there any gold up there 1I asked. No, he said, there is none. I have afriend on this boat, he continued, whom Ave f
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... felloAV had a lame foot. He AATasvery sick Avith it, suffering pain all of the time. Out of aparty of fourteen but eight of them were left. There w7ereno trees up there—only the driftAvood to build the shacksand to keep warm with. Nothing but a low groAvth ofavUIoavs grew on the marshy soil. Sickness and death Averethe outlook for the Avinter. Is there any gold up there 1I asked. No, he said, there is none. I have afriend on this boat, he continued, whom Ave found frozennearly to death on the trail, but we worked on him andbrought him around all right, Avithout his losing leg orlimb. There is no gold there. This young man I felt sorry for. He feared that heAvould lose his foot. There Avas another man with hisfingers gone from both hands. His name Avas Smith and hecame from DaAVSon. Then there Avere a number of very sickmen in the berths betAveen decks—one of Avhom they hadnever expected to land in Seattle. The young man lentme one of his crutches and I could get around the boat to. THE BURIAL AT, SEA. WE EMBARK ON OUR LONG JOURNEY. 243 look her over. She was a fine iron craft of modern buildand fit-out and was. lying1 here waiting for a steamer fromup the river. When the latter boat came down we weighedanchor and left St. Michaels for Dutch Harbor, where wewere to coal up. There was a thick fog and we movedalong very slowly, feeling every inch of the way. Theboat was crowded at meal time at the table, and it wasnecessary to set three tables. We had everything freshand plenty of potatoes. We had one dead man on board from away up the Koy-ukuk, and another poor fellow who was about breathinghis last. We were out of port only three or four dayswhen he died. They sewed him up in his canvas bag, andat twelve oclock that night the steamer stopped while helay on the plank. The burial services were read over him,the last amen was said,
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