The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1897-09-16
Girl Attlred as a Boy, Kills TWO
Assailants and Will Mar
ry a Millionaire.
wild Dick" Going Back to Frisco
to Wear "Glimmers on
Me Mltts."
An Old Darkey Going Back to
Georgia to Redeem His
Mistress Plantation.

InrOugh the courtesy OF MIR. ID. 5.
Baldwin of this city The GAZETTE is
able to give its readers one of the best
letters from the Klondike that has yet
been written. The letter is from Mr..
L. ?. Larson, who was employed by
Mr.. Baldwin on the Bonanza farm
southwest of the city up to little over
a year ago. Mr.. Larson drifted away
from this city shortly after he ceased
working for Mr.. Baldwin, and: went
north. Last spring he was given an
opportunity by cattle farm to drive
a herd of cattle through Canada to
the Klondike. He was given his
choice of men and of routes. He &C.
cepted the trust and not only lowered
his career with glory by opening up a
new route by way of Edmonton, N.
w. T., but also has covered himself
with yellow metal by stalking out a
claim, and making money as others
have done. Mr.. Larson is not an
enthusiast in his writing, but is care
fulwhat he says. He candidly admits
that there is fabulous wealth in the
Klondike, but cautions certain people
not to look for it on account of climate
and health. He tells of life at Daw-
son City, of how fortunes have been
made, of the uses to which these
fortunes are to be put by the tickle
minded people, of how girl dressed
in boys apparel, came to the Klondike,
with her father, how they struck it
rich, how claim jumpers proposed
driving them from the claim, how the
girl killed two of the jumpers, wounded
third, and then how the discovery
was made that she was girl, and of
the prospects of her soon becoming
the wife of a millionaire. He advises
future gold hunters not to come until
spring, because those who will start
now will be in no better condition
than those who start in the spring.
Mr.. Larson speaks of opening the pass
by way of Edmonton, and finally con-
tends that he is there to make his
"pile" and that he is making it. Here
is the letter.:
DAWSON CRY, B. July Sd, 1897.
Dear Friend: When we we're off
on that Fourth of July trip some years
ago, neither l, nor you, had any idea
that another year would see me in a
place where American holidays are
forgotten in the search for such for
tunes as we never thought about. To
morrow is the Fourth, and | suppose
that is why I think of the National
Day in this way.
Well, this is the queerest place I
ever saw. I have had the old-timers
out here tell me stories about the days
of '49, in California, stories that are
not in the same class as com pared
with what happens here every day
before my eyes. I suppose, back in
the States,-in Gods country, we call
it up here-you are hearing q lot about
the money that is being made in these
diggings, and how everybody is going
to be rich. There is no doubt, in my
mind, that there never was anything
like this anywhere. It isn't the ques-
ton of finding the gold; it is q ques-
tion of getting it out, if half the stories
we hear are true. There is enough
gold in the Klondike to make every
body rich that comes out here.
That is one side of the story. But,
friend, there is another, too. Who
ever comes in here, the way things are
now, must make up his mind to suffer
in various ways. If he happens to strike
a streak Of good luck, then he is