The Creighton Chronicle . rom investments inCalifornia oil lands. But neither the gold he was winning norlife in the states satisfied him. It got my goat and I wantedto be back in the hills he explained to his former chums. TheYukons poet in the Spell of the Yukon touches upon of the North: I wanted the gold, and I sought it; I scrabbled and mucked like a it famine or scurvy— I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it— Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow lifes not what I thought it,And somehow the gold isnt all. No! Theres the l
The Creighton Chronicle . rom investments inCalifornia oil lands. But neither the gold he was winning norlife in the states satisfied him. It got my goat and I wantedto be back in the hills he explained to his former chums. TheYukons poet in the Spell of the Yukon touches upon of the North: I wanted the gold, and I sought it; I scrabbled and mucked like a it famine or scurvy— I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it— Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow lifes not what I thought it,And somehow the gold isnt all. No! Theres the land (Have you seen it?)Its the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen itTo the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say its a fine land to shun;Maybe; but theres some as would trade it For no land on earth—and Im one. The summer—no sweeter was ever; The sunshiny woods all athrill;The grayling aleap in the river; The bighorn asleep on the SCENES IN ALASKA—Juneau Recreation Park. Lower—Fort William H. Seward,Haines, Alaska.
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