. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... thers put in the old Indian sat on the shore smoking his pipe and watch-ing the squaws catch the fish. Ice was making fast along the shore and was quite thickin dead water. The river was getting lower and some ofthe rapids we had to launch our boat over. We passedmany boats in their winter quarters. The Jenny M.,which was on a sand bar, was considered sixty miles belowthe Help Me Jack. We passed by her, and next we meta tall Indian standing on a rock
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... thers put in the old Indian sat on the shore smoking his pipe and watch-ing the squaws catch the fish. Ice was making fast along the shore and was quite thickin dead water. The river was getting lower and some ofthe rapids we had to launch our boat over. We passedmany boats in their winter quarters. The Jenny M.,which was on a sand bar, was considered sixty miles belowthe Help Me Jack. We passed by her, and next we meta tall Indian standing on a rock with a long yellow blan-ket over his shoulders and a pipe made of a brass cartridgein his mouth—a noble specimen of the Red Man. Hishand was extended for toll and one of the Serenes pre-sented him with a hand of tobacco which seemed to pleasehim very much. Aground on the bar were hifc* three logs, pinned togetherby pieces running across them. One end of the logs wasclose together, while the other end was spread apart, form-ing a wedge, and across the center was his seat. Hesmiled on us as we passed him. We got over these rapids. A WINTER IN BEAVER CITY. 195 and passed on up the river. The mornings were now quitecold and the ice was so thick in places that our boat wasalmost cut through and was leaking. How beautiful the mountains looked in the slantingrays of the low sun, for it was getting towards the end ofSeptember and we had quite long nights now. These moun-tains I thought would have made a most beautiful .picture—so many shades and rich colors. We fell in companywith another boat going up to Beaver City—a name I hadnever heard mentioned until we were on the was at the mouth of the Help Me Jack and wasfounded by a company of beavers from whom it took itsname. We were told that in another day we wrould seeBeaver City; and sure enough as another day dawned wecould see the smoke of the city and hear the Roaring Bullrapids—the last rapids we had to tackle
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