The Dickinson press., 1898-04-30

use arguing the question, but Mr.. Lanes
domestic experience must have been
different, for he argued long and patient
ly and ended by asking me what l WOULD
do. decided to go out and hunt a place
myself; so we hunted up u cache and
got out our sacks of bedding. Mr.. Lane
happened to think of a restaurant where
they might keep us, SO we started there.
AS we Numbered along among the piles
of outfits cached there, narrowly escap-
ing the deep pits where many outfits have
been dug out, with the storm whirling
and beating and driving about us and no
sure place to lay our heads perhaps a
longing thought or two DID go back to
the safe, comfortable home we had left
behind. We reached the place at last
and as the door opened and we blew n,
Iheard a man exclaim, my God! here's
a woman!" l couldn't see anything for
my face and eyes were completely filled
with snow. AS soon as l recovered my
powers of sight and speech informed
the restaurant keeper as sweetly as posi-
BILE that we had come to stay all night;
that we had been caught in the storm and
couldn't 60 back and that we had our
bedding with US. AS there seemed to be
no alternative he agreed to keep us. The
restaurant" was a tent, IL x ID feet and
across the center was a rough shelf of
slabs which constituted the lunch coun-
ter. In front of this was a space of
about six by twelve feet with a floor of
frozen snow, trampled hard by the feet
of the packers who %patronized the res
taurant. During the afternoon five men
who were storm-bound came in and beg
ged for shelter; and when we made up
our beds that night, these five men, Will
lis and myself slept on that space of fro
zen snow. We crawled into our beds
with our wet clothes on to dry them. We
slept soundly and in the morning our
clothes were all dry and we were none
the worse for the experience. The
storm was still raging and never shall l
forget the awful. the unspeakable desola-
ton of that storm-swept summit as we
went out and gazed upon it. The whirl-
ing snow had obliterated all the trails;
piled itself upon the outfits and tents;
while the frowning peaks on either side
seemed to me to be waiting to pounce
down upon any victims that came their
way. 1t is the only thing that has been
able to quench my spirits, that treacher-
Gus, t%reacherous summit. l remembered
that it was Easter Sunday and l thought
with inexpressible consolation of our
risen Lord, here on this desolate summit.
as everywhere. About noon the storm
suddenly ceased, the sur shone out
bright, and 10, a fair, smiling afternoon.
Our spirits rose and we were able to
laugh heartily at our experience of the
day before. Willis had already paid the
duty on our outfit and obtained a pass,
SO we went out on the trail and found
two men who were willing to take a part
of our baggage down to Lindeman. They
took about three hundred pounds each,
Willis loaded two hundred and fifty upon
our sled, and we started down. Now
this trip down is considerably more ex-
citing than coming up to the summit on
the other side. The loads are dashed
firmly upon the Yukon sleds, which are
made especially for these trips and are
eighteen inches wide and seven feet long,
with rope looped along the sides for lash.
ing the loads. Each sled has a pulling
rope in front and a stout "gee-pole" at the