. A woman who went to Alaska . k, and wishing to keep othersaway, had circulated the ghost story with goodeffect. When Eagle City was reached I telegraphed mybrother to meet me at the steamers dock in Daw-son, and my message was sent by one of UncleSams boys in blue in charge of the office. The town had grown considerably in the twoyears since I visited it, and now boasted new gov-ernment buildings, officers quarters, and a Presby-terian church, besides new stores and shops. After Cudahy and Forty Mile, came Dawson, andwe steamed up to the citys dock in the morningfog, and were met by the usua
. A woman who went to Alaska . k, and wishing to keep othersaway, had circulated the ghost story with goodeffect. When Eagle City was reached I telegraphed mybrother to meet me at the steamers dock in Daw-son, and my message was sent by one of UncleSams boys in blue in charge of the office. The town had grown considerably in the twoyears since I visited it, and now boasted new gov-ernment buildings, officers quarters, and a Presby-terian church, besides new stores and shops. After Cudahy and Forty Mile, came Dawson, andwe steamed up to the citys dock in the morningfog, and were met by the usual multitude of people,I having been seventeen days out from GolovinBay. There, among others, waited my brotherand his little son, and my joy at meeting them wasgreat. Landing, it was only a walk of a few min-utes to my kind old father, and my brothers wifewas not far away. I was now practically at home, for home iswhere onr dear ones arc, and surroundings arematters of small moment. Three happy weeks followed I went everywhere. SKAGVVAY RIVER FROM THE TRAIN A Woman Who Went—To Alaska 389 and noted well the improvements in the camp sinceI last saw it. It was now a cleaner town everyway, with better order, good roads and bridges,new government buildings, post-office and finelarge schoolhouse. New frame churches replacedthe old log ones in most cases. There was the gov-ernors new palatial residence which would neverbe graced by the presence of its mistress as sheand her babe had gone down to death a few weeksbefore in the Islander disaster in Lynn Canal; andthere was the same steady stream of gold from thewondrous Klondyke Creeks, which I was now de-termined to visit. One bright, warm day, taking the hand of thesmall boy of the family, my sister and I started forBonanza Creek. We were bound for the house of•a friend who had invited us, and we would remainover night, as the distance was five miles. Mykodak and three big red apples weighed little inour hands, and we turned towar
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