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A wood-burning heating stove common
throughout Alaska and the Yukon is made from a
gasoline tank turned on its side and fitted with legs of
iron pipe.
We have other live stock on board. Down in the hold are eight
hundred chickens bound for the hen fanciers of interior Alaska. They
crow night and morning, and with the baaing of the sheep and the
mooing of the cattle we seem to be in a floating barnyard. The barge
is swung this way and that, and whenever it touches the bank, the
sheep pile up one over the other, some of the cattle are thrown from
their feet, and the chickens cackle in protest.
The Selkirk burns wood, and we stop several times a day to take
on fuel, which is wheeled to the steamer in barrows over a
gangplank from the piles of cord wood stacked up on the banks. At
many of the stops the only dwelling we see is the cabin of the wood
chopper, who supplies fuel for a few dollars a cord. The purser
measures with a ten-foot pole the amount in each pile loaded on
board. Going down stream the Selkirk burns about one cord an hour,
and in coming back against the current the consumption is often four
times as much. The wood is largely from spruce trees from three to
six inches in diameter. Many of the little islands we pass are covered
with the stumps of trees cut for the steamers, but most of the wood
stations are on the mainland, the cutting having been done along the
banks or in the valleys back from the river.
Except where we take on fuel there are no settlements on the
Yukon between White Horse and Dawson. The country is much the
same as it was when the cave dwellers, the ancestors of the
Eskimos, wrought with their tools of stone. For a distance of four
hundred and sixty miles we do not see a half dozen people at any
stop of the steamer, although here and there are deserted camps
with the abandoned cabins of prospectors and wood choppers. One
such is at Chisana, near the mouth of the White River. The town was
built during the rush to the Chisana gold mines, and it was for a time
a thriving village, with a government telegraph office, a two-story
hotel, and a log stable that could accommodate a dozen horses and
numerous sled dogs. The White Pass and Yukon Company built the
hotel and the stable, expecting to bring the miners in by its steamers
and to send them into the interior with horses and dogs. It did a good
business until the gold bubble burst and the camp “busted.” To-day
the Chisana Hotel is deserted, all the cabins except that of the wood
chopper are empty, and under the wires leading into one of them is a
notice: “Government telegraph, closed August 3, 1914.”
The woodman’s cabin is open. A horseshoe is nailed over the
door and a rifle stands on the porch at the side. On the wall at the
back of the hut a dog harness hangs on a peg. The skin of a freshly
killed bear is tacked up on one side, and bits of rabbit skins lie here
and there on the ground. The cabin itself is not more than eight feet
in height. It is made of logs, well chinked with mud and with earth
banked up about the foundation. There is a weather-strip of bagging
nailed to the door posts. The door is a framework filled in with pieces
of wooden packing boxes for panels.
Entering, we find that there are two rooms. One is a kitchen, and
the other a living room and bedroom combined. Three cots, made of
poles and covered with blankets, form the beds. There are some
benches for seats and a rude table stands under the window.
Various articles of clothing hang from the walls or lie upon the floor.
In the kitchen a table is covered with unwashed dishes. There is a
guitar on the shelf near the stove and a pack of cards on a ledge in
the logs. The whole is by no means inviting, but I doubt not it is a fair
type of the home of the prospectors and woodsmen throughout this
whole region.
I have seen most of the great rivers of the world—the Rhine, the
Danube, the Volga, the Nile, the Zambesi, the Yangtse, and the
Hoang Ho. I know the Hudson, the Mississippi, the Ganges, the
Indus, and the Irrawaddy, as well as the Amazon and the Parana,
and many other streams of more or less fame. But nowhere else
have I seen scenery like that along the Yukon. We seem to have
joined the army of early explorers and to be steaming through a new
world. We pass places
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him
like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that he’d sooner live
in hell.
The poet describes how Sam froze to death on the trail above
Dawson and how, before he died, he made his partner promise to
“cremate his last remains.” This was done, between here and White
Horse, on the “marge of Lake Lebarge.” There the frozen corpse was
stuffed into the furnace of the derelict steamer Alice May and a great
fire built. Sam McGee’s partner describes “how the heavens scowled
and the huskies howled, and the winds began to blow,” and how,
“though he was sick with dread, he bravely said: I’ll just take a peep
inside.’” He then opens the furnace door:
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the
furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said:
“Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and
storm——.
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve
been warm.”
Yukon Territory is said to have thirty-eight million
acres of land that can be utilized for crops or grazing.
Above the Arctic Circle red-top grass, which is used
as hay, grows almost as high as a man.
Land on the upper Yukon will yield six or seven
tons of potatoes an acre. Sometimes prices are so
high that one crop from this seventeen-acre field has
brought in ten thousand dollars.