The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-08-21


Andy" said joey Bowreau. we've been
eight years in the country and it's too
late TO duck now. If there amt a drink
IN sight tomorrow Wen buy a boat or
a cheechawko and go TO Circle City.
There's barrels there"
No. We won't said Andy. "They aia't
no more whisky, / tell We. The worlds
upside down. The missionaries have got
q ana they've emptied all the whisky out
of 1t. An, good God. how can "A man
win $4,000 Ia dust go TO Circle City in
TINS weather with nawthin' TO drink on tie
way %
AZ last on the afternoon of June s. the
heart OF bibulous Dawson-which is
large proportion of Dawson-beat as one
heart.
smoke helohed from a squat craft which
was creeping up the river. At the waters
edge the saloon-keepers ranged them
selves as an impromptu reception commit
Tee. Behind them was the thirsty popu-
lace
Have you any whisky?" the saloon
Keepers cried in voice
The captain who was squat as his craft
ana red faced as well flushed a deeper
crimson, as If the doubt implied by the
question had usulted him.
gentlemen said the captain Il have
a cargo of whisky and nails"
Il want to bid ON it," cried each saloon
lace cried; And we want to drink H."
nave nothing TO do with the whisky"
said the captain IT'S consigned to a man
by the name of Bennett"
In a moment Bennett appeared In the
next moment he had received offers for ten
times on ED oat load of whisky at So a gal
Ion. In the third moment as MIR. Benz
nett stepped on the gang plank followed
by the happy saloon keepers, and the cries
ana hearts of joyful populace, a ser
g@ant of the Northwest Mounted Police
appeared and asked Mr. Bennett for the
permit TO land whisk in the Queens terri
tory. Mr. Bennett reached into his pocket
he winked little. he fIfnbled a little and
he looked straight ahead and pulled hard
on his cigar as the sergeant opened time
worn paper.
Permit has run out, sir. Can't let you
land it," said the sergeant
And the comment of the crowd was one
long, low, broken oath. Melancholy APP
preached nearer and nearer to despair
All that the populace could do was to walk
up ana down the bank, look at the
steamer and the police who guarded it, and
think Of what might have been and how
near and yet how far what might nave
been was to them at that moment.
Saddest of all the saloon keepers was
the one who had opened a big saloon
gambling han and-all the rest-a day
dAtNi Ait ldtiiHS Udu DtHuu.
" lint goin' to run our of whisky, you
bet" he said. I've got a thousand gal
Ions to start with, and you can always
get drink over my bar, boys"
But this saloon keeper was new, having
followed the ice from lie Barge with his
whisky and he little knew of Dawson 5
capacity. The populace swept down on
him with a gleeful grin of superiority end
In two days he had to admit that the best
he had to offer was lemonade
When relief actually was rounding the
bend the major part Of the populace had
gone to bed convinced of the error Of the
customary rumor that whisky would ar
rive by boat or steamer that night. At 1
a. m the inhabitants OF Klondike City,
the settlement across the Klondike from
and above Dawson, heard a strange sound
floating down the river which could not
possibly be the howl of a Malamute dog
the old-timers said. AS 1t came nearer
a fellow of Scottish extraction identified
It with a shout of JOY as a bagppe A
small procession started along the bank
and reached the blun of rock at the edge
of the town, Just as a huge scow rounded
it, On the bow Of this scow stood ford
old Scot piping with all the energy of his
lungs Lying In the bottom of the scow
were kegs of whisky four deep.
1T can't be whisky you have In them
kegs. pardner," asked a husky voice, as
the bagpipe finished tune.
you need not think, men," replied the
Scot, that were such fules as to pack
water over the trail"
The lordly proprietor of the scow, on
learning the true state of the Klondilies
thirst, called to the piper wen attend
to the oars. Pipe your bestr and con-
cluded TO go over to the heart of the Klon-
dike's thirst-Dawson itself.
An old-timer, lame in one foot from the
scurvy, clambered down the bank and
over the rail Of the scow
Il want to be with you when she's tap
ped gentlemen" he mumbled through to-
bacco juice. TT makes me dizzy Just
to sit on a keg."
AT that hour of the night the twilight is
DINNER than any other. sim, the out
lines of the old-timer and of the Scot
were visible as the scow fioated down
stream, the Scotch perched high on a keg
of whisky, piping THE Campbels Are
Coming" The loiterers in the streets
there gathered to meet him. The cheer
full news that he brought spread and he
became a hero. Far into the morning he
continued TO pipe at the behest of these
who stood for his drinks until out of his
kindness they took away his pipes and
laid him away TO sleep In a soft place
BY 10 O'Clock you knew who It was that
had first received the news and acted upon
ii by the unsteady ones of the solid line
of figures leaning on every bar. BY noon
there were rows Of those who had gone
the limit lying on the floors and shady
places.
And ere this the mounted police were
worn and sore attending to those who
would not sleep but would fight.
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