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  "Happy Jack," who seemed to find much cause for merriment in his rather commonplace existence; and "Nuggety Dick


id: 22063
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  Dear Berna: I cannot tell you how deeply grieved I am over your grandfather''s death, and how I sympathise with you in your sorrow


id: 35486
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  Letters of a Remittance Man" Toronto The Macmillan Co. of Canada, Limited 1913 TO COLONEL SAMUEL BENFIELD STEELE C.B.


id: 60296
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  A" Company''s dug-out one time when we were giving our opinions as to the relative merits of some of the different units of the British Army


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id: 21377
title: To Win or to Die: A Tale of the Klondike Gold Craze
author: Fenn, George Manville
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  "Yes, a dream--off my head," said Abel Wray, in his harsh whisper. "Bel, old fellow," cried Dallas, seizing his cousin''s hand, "what is it? Dallas said no more, but thought a great deal; and after placing the tin "Let''s try the gold-digging first," said Dallas; and with a cheer the "Don''t you feel well enough to come?" said Dallas anxiously. "He''s right, Bel," said Dallas, after shading his eyes and looking down "Oh, yes, I''ll work," said Abel; "but with the dreary winter coming on "There''s a deal in make-believe, Bel, old chap," said Dallas one day, as "It won''t take me long, old fellow," said Dallas; "and, by the way, I "It looks like it," said Dallas; "but don''t get excited, old fellow. "Look here, my sons," said Tregelly one day, as he came in last from the "Yes, he''s weaker already," said Dallas, looking at the prostrate man.


id: 28551
title: The Trail of the Goldseekers: A Record of Travel in Prose and Verse
author: Garland, Hamlin
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  ride, and all day we climbed over low swells, passing little lakes Indian standing near said to Burton, "I have gentle horse, no buck, We camped on this, the sixth day, beside a fine stream which came Next morning as we took the boat--which was filled with horses wild flat, but an old trail turned to the right and climbed the north bank At such times the man on the trail feels the grim power of Nature. the trail, following running water most of the way over a very good horse breaks away from his fellows on the trail, it is pretty safe to easy to follow the horse so long as he kept to the trail, but the great care of our horses till we reached a little meadow at the for our journey, two men came romping down the trail, carrying packs


id: 27453
title: Colorado Jim
author: Goodchild, George
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  "Looks like a celebration," said Dan. Jim sauntered to the window. Jim spent the best part of two hours trying on the new things. A resounding slap sounded as a hand like leather met the man''s face. No one saw the big form of Jim descend like "Where I come from," said Jim grimly, "men who slip cards that way are He shook hands with Jim at the station and with Angela, but Jim fixed his eyes on Angela, who had closed the book and was regarding There''s wind coming," said Jim. Angela said nothing. Before many days had passed Angela realized how wisely Jim had traded in "Ain''t a healthy sort of name--Red Ruin," said Jim with a laugh. "Come here--you!" bawled Jim. Tom came forward, his ugly face curved in a look of intense hate. Looking up, she saw Jim coming down the bank, with the ax swinging


id: 21652
title: Klondike Nuggets, and How Two Boys Secured Them
author: Ellis, Edward Sylvester
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  TIM AND JEFF LIT THEIR PIPES; HARDMAN SAT APART 127 Jeff clasped his hand warmly, and then looked at the smiling boys, to Roswell and Frank were attracted by Jeff''s friend. Hardman, so we shook hands over it," was the hearty conclusion of Tim. The boys were too astonished to speak. Frank and Roswell lay for a long time talking in low tones, but finally The boys as well as Jeff could not believe that Tim was in earnest, for little Bible in hand, Jeff asked him to read it aloud, and the boy Jeff Graham looked inquiringly at Tim McCabe, who nodded his head by and Tim chaffed each other for a long time, even after the boys had "Tim," said Frank, suspecting the truth, "what place is that?" "It ain''t likely," said Jeff, "that there are many claims left along "I hope he will continue to feel that way; we must tell Jeff and Tim


id: 22063
title: The Trail of ''98: A Northland Romance
author: Service, Robert W. (Robert William)
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  face and her great troubleful grey eyes, a little tragic figure, "You know, the old man''s all broke up at me playing the fool like this. girl''s clear eyes, and in the old man''s fine face, that reproached me "I''m afraid he''s a little sick to-day," I said gently; "but come in, Next day the old man was still abed, and again the girl came to visit fine face of the old man was like one inspired, and with clasped hands, "Winklestein," I said, turning suddenly on the little Jew, "this man had will come to both of us in good time, that love that means life and Why, to-day I saw a man come in with a box of apples which the crowd old man''s eyes there came the tiger-look that had once made him a force "Berna," I said, "I''ve only got you now, only you, little girl.


id: 23732
title: A Girl of the Klondike
author: Cross, Victoria
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  "Look at this fellow coming in now," Stephen said to his companion Talbot looked at the girl''s bright sparkling face as they entered, and Stephen, who had his eyes fixed on Katrine''s face, all warm tints and "Well, try any one," said Talbot, impatiently, as Stephen stopped The cabins of the men employed by both Stephen and Talbot were dotted Stephen looked quite surprised, Talbot went to town so seldom, and then A strange look came over Talbot''s quiet face. An exceedingly pained expression came over Stephen''s face, and Katrine going back to the west gulch, and Katrine said she would walk a little "Good-night," said Katrine, and he turned and fumbled for the door "Never, never," Katrine answered, opening her calm dark eyes and looking Katrine and Stephen started early, and Talbot Talbot promised to use his eye mercifully, and Katrine and Stephen put


id: 2377
title: The Son of the Wolf
author: London, Jack
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  travels twenty sleeps on the Long Trail is a man whom the gods may envy. Leaving the girl crying softly over her man, Malemute Kid slipped into had looked into the eyes of men before, and he knew it was a man who cabin, Malemute Kid talked long to little purpose. the man on trail this night; may his grub hold out; may his dogs keep the man on trail this night; may his grub hold out; may his dogs keep things, and one night there came a knock at Malemute Kid''s door. If Malemute Kid, who knew all things, said so, why it was so. But Malemute Kid did know, and he had a good eye for measures; so he ''And in that silent sea we saw no man till we were ready to come away. was a great silence, and in each man''s eyes many pictures came and went.


id: 1596
title: Smoke Bellew
author: London, Jack
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  "I tell you what, Kit," he said one day, "you''ve got to see an oculist. "You''ve got a gold-mine, my friend, in that dinky boat," Kit said to "Well, Shorty, you and Mr Smoke had better begin loading the boat." Two months after Smoke Bellew and Shorty went after moose for a Shorty sat up and started to explode, but Smoke''s hand covered his "I''m going to travel your feet clean off, Shorty," Smoke challenged. "Go on, Shorty," Smoke said, as he attacked her moccasins, already "You go an'' fix them corner-stakes, Smoke," Shorty said. "Funny you don''t gamble none," Shorty said to Smoke one night in the Smoke was edging his way in to the faro table, when Shorty caught his "Smoke, I got to take care of you," was Shorty''s reply. "That''s the man on the other bank," Smoke said in an undertone to Breck.


id: 259
title: Ballads of a Cheechako
author: Service, Robert W. (Robert William)
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  When unto them in the Long, Long Night came the man-who-had-no-name; It''s life to a one-lunged man like me; it''s London, it''s women, it''s wine. With wine and song they joyed night long, and they slept like swine by day. When the pine-trees crack like little guns in the silence of the wood, To-day will we sport like children, laugh in each other''s eyes; That night the wife of his bosom, the light of joy in her eyes, Knew he her eyes were mystic with light that no man should see, The man who was fair as Apollo, god-like in woman''s sight, Now aren''t things like that enough to drive a man to booze? My heart went out to someone in that land of night and cold; He has labored like a demon night and day. "Then came I to a land I knew no man had ever seen,


id: 10043
title: Klondyke Nuggets A Brief Description of the Great Gold Regions in the Northwest
author: Ladue, Joseph
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  covers a distance of about 650 miles along the river from the coast at which the Yukon River and Forty Mile Creek are intersected by the Lake, 24 miles long, then into the Lynx River, on which he continues for lake or a long stretch of deep water river navigation the company has Peel River, which is the water route south-east from Fort Macpherson navigation on the Stikine River and is about 150 miles from Teslin Lake. river flows into Lake Bennet on the west side, a short distance north of are about 200 miles of good river to the first lake, as they ought the distance to a small lake near the head of the river, 190 miles from "Eight miles below Little Salmon River, a large rock called the Eagle''s "From Stewart River to the mouth of the Yukon is about 1,650 miles, and


id: 35824
title: All about the Klondyke gold mines
author: Pratt, J. G.
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  is Juneau, the usual fitting out place for miners going to the Yukon. "The discovery of gold in large quantities on the Yukon River is by no July of this year, of the steamer Excelsior with forty miners and gold fabulous richness of the new Klondyke mines near the Upper Yukon. and hard-featured miners who have returned from the new Klondyke camp on All returned miners agree that the best way to reach the new gold fields voyage from Dawson City, the new golden town, 1,895 miles down the Yukon Yukon mines, the men who know Circle City and Forty Mile Creek and all into Alaska, worked seven months on the Klondyke and has now reached St. Michael''s with $150,000 in gold. miners who worked their own claim cleaned up $6,000 from one day''s No miner shall receive a grant for more than one mining claim in the


id: 36577
title: A Claim on Klondyke: A Romance of the Arctic El Dorado
author: Roper, Edward
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  Indian or white man, come, come and help!" And our friend called Meade said little more that day, but shortly after he asked me what I Meade was silent for some time, then, "Look here," he said, very got up the big river some long way indeed, until I came to a collection that we felt sure it would some day pay to work, but Meade always "It''ll do," said Meade; "we can exist here till we''ve got all the gold brought, hoping that change of work, which, it is said, is as good as So I took down my gun one day, said I would not be long away. Before closing my eyes though, I took a good look at my friend. knew the part they came from, and said a little about where my people I knew that a good long sleep would greatly help her if she could


id: 41158
title: Golden Alaska: A Complete Account to Date of the Yukon Valley
author: Ingersoll, Ernest
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  Michael''s Island to all points on the Yukon River. river valley in a gold-bearing territory twice as large as New England; Districts, Capes and Points, Islands, Lakes, Mountains, Rivers, and The gold-fields of the Yukon Valley, at and near Klondike River, are at the mouth of the Unalaklik River, some fifty miles north of St. Michael, and a stream that enters the Yukon half way between Auvik and feet above the river, which is not more than half a mile wide and seems Many small islands encumber the river from Fort Yukon to Circle City, Route via Juneau, the Passes and down the Upper Yukon River. general course nearly to White River, 96 miles, is a little north of use the Chilkoot Pass and the Lewes River route to the Yukon district 4. Creek and river claims shall be 500 feet long, measured in the owning large GOLD GRAVEL claims on the Yukon, Klondike, and other rivers


id: 41530
title: In Search of El Dorado: A Wanderer''s Experiences
author: MacDonald, Alexander
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  "You come wi'' me, Mis''r Mac," he said thoughtfully, after a long pause, "There''s nae man could cross the pass last night," spoke Mac. Dave lay coiled up on my blanket apparently fast asleep. "It''s a lang time since I heard they deevils," said Mac; then he "Mac," said Phil with decision, "he''ll be a smart man that gets the "Ye''re looking rale worried-like, Stewart," said Mac sympathetically, as "You must come up, Mac," I said, when one o''clock drew near, but he pick, and Mac''s breath came in long deep gasps, that made Stewart rave "Ye''ve had a gran'' time," said Mac regretfully, when Phil told of how he "We''ve got to find water to-day, boys," I said, "or something serious is "Hold hard, Stewart," said Phil, while Mac was groping about for "Look here, ma man, hae ye a ticket?" said Mac at length.


id: 38635
title: Delilah of the Snows
author: Bindloss, Harold
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  "Well," said Ingleby, with a little twinkle in his eyes, "one would Ingleby said they were, and Hetty waited a moment, apparently doing "I''ll be especially careful another time," said Ingleby, with a little "I did it without thinking," said Ingleby, who turned to him a trifle "I don''t think you want to be unpleasant, Hetty," said Ingleby. "A handful of copper," said Leger, with a little grim smile. There was a little silence, and then Ingleby said suggestively, "They "Thanks!" said Ingleby, and looked at the man as he carefully led his "Yes, sir," said Esmond, whose eyes now rested on Grace and Ingleby. Ingleby said nothing, though his face was very grim, and the little thud "You and Ingleby and Hetty?" said Sewell reflectively. Hetty said nothing but turned from him and looked out of the little Again Leger glanced at Sewell, who said nothing, and then made a little


id: 35486
title: The Great Gold Rush: A Tale of the Klondike
author: Jarvis, W. H. P. (William Henry Pope)
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  John Berwick, who is by way of being our hero, shall have a chapter to In this way John Berwick and his old-time mining-mate pleasantly passed "I fancy so," said John; "better ask the purser--here he comes." John and George followed the man through a doorway into a cold room "Better go in and eat, fellows, and I''ll look after the dogs," said After they had passed over the last little lake Hugh shouted to John John looked up and saw the smiling face of Frank at his kitchen door. Hugh thus told the history of Yukon--so far as the white man knows it. George and Hugh, coming in soon after John''s return, were shown the John and Hugh working at day, George and Frank at night. Days came and went; yet neither John nor Hugh found bed-rock, although told you it was time Uncle Sam came and took Canada!" John Berwick felt


id: 44038
title: Through the Yukon Gold Diggings: A Narrative of Personal Travel
author: Spurr, Josiah Edward
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  arrive at the head waters of the Yukon, the Chilkoot, which is reached you of the wonderful snow-white war-canoe, half a mile long, armed river by this time is a mile wide in places, and filled with low Forty Mile Creek is the oldest mining camp in the Yukon country, and Nearly a hundred men left the post in small boats. "You''ll find Forty Mile Creek a hard river to go up," he said, slowly. The next day we reached the mouth of the little tributary called Moose man, for in the long winter months there is little to do but to sleep got away, and kept up a steady Indian trot till we reached our camp on For four days after that we worked our way up Forty Mile Creek, making night below the so-called rapids, which at this time of low water were


id: 42611
title: In to the Yukon
author: Edwards, William Seymour
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  We have spent two delightful days in St. Paul, great city of the journeyed down ten miles to the summer country home of another old-time All day we have sailed up this great land-locked sheet of blue water, is the overflow of Surprise Lake, a sheet of water twenty miles long and possessions of North America, sixty miles long to where it comes to Taku We have now been descending this great river all day long; as wide as wider, with more water, and when we passed the White River the blue [Illustration: DAWSON CITY, THE YUKON--LOOKING DOWN.] six horse stages leave Dawson every day, and as many come in, carrying the fine steamer "White Horse," and are now two days up the river on our land, where grows wild hay and ducks abound, and the "Great Slave" River On the Canadian Pacific Railway we had beheld the great Columbia River


id: 46503
author: Thompson, Arthur R. (Arthur Ripley)
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  readers pass over the trail to-day in the footsteps of David and Roly, breakfast was over, Mr. Bradford and the boys, in company with Mr. Kingsley, boarded a cable-car, which soon carried them down a hill point of Vancouver Island, where the steamer remained half a day, Mr. Bradford procured two mining licenses which gave himself and David the Roly and David signalled with their caps and soon attracted Uncle "Now, boys," said Mr. Bradford, "do you know how to pitch your tent?" "We won''t need such long poles as Uncle''s tent has," said David, "nor "Well, boys," said Mr. Bradford, as Uncle Will finished, "it looks as David described his uncle''s marksmanship with great enthusiasm, and Mr. Bradford and Roly were quite ready to admit the brilliance of the feat. "Well done, Roly, my boy!" said Mr. Bradford, heartily, when the "We''ll try to," said Mr. Bradford, as he and the Indian boy re-crossed

title:
  Gold-Seeking on the Dalton Trail Being the Adventures of Two New England Boys in Alaska and the Northwest Territory


id: 60296
title: Tillicums of the Trail Being Klondike Yarns Told to Canadian Soldiers Overseas by a Sourdough Padre
author: Pringle, George Charles Fraser
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  I heard him tell the O.C. that he had spent years in the Klondike Goldfields in early days.'' One day in the winter of 1899-1900 a telegram came to me from Dr. Robertson our Canadian Superintendent of Missions asking me, if days and the faces of loved ones came before us and we were back home loved a good, clean joke, and let me tell you when we got going the for death soon comes to the crippled man or dog away from help in the muzzle into the old man''s hand and looked into his face asking him, I For two days I worked as best I knew to save his life. the trail of life for all the days that are to come. The old man had come to the time when he knew that shortly his life-story of my old friend of by-gone days, a trail-blazer and


