The San Francisco call., 1898-08-21
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2 o'clock the cabin door was kicked open and in rushed the freezing cold air and gruff voice yelled, Turn out and come over to breakfast. 1 slipped on my heavy coat and moccasins, grabbed a bundle of extra footwear and then went over to a steaming breakfast or beans hot cakes and coffee. Then we put the dogs in their collars and fas- tened the belly bands. With chlrp to the leader Windy led off at trot ana we got safely down the bank and en- tered the river trail. The dogs were fresh and now and then gave plaintfYe little WhineS.
 About o'clock we came to the Twenty-Five Mile cabin. Here we 1n- tended to stay for a couple of hours. Windy ordered me to get out the grub box and get a 'bang-up square, We let the dogs out of their harness and Windy started a big camp fire. Three hours after our stop we were on the road again. The men and dogs were all pretty tired, so we settled down to that last stretch of twenty-five miles of moonlight trail
 dark, gloomy looking cabins, clearly outlined against the white, gleaming light.
 Soon we came to. the squaw-man's cabin, where we were to stay until we got our return load Windy kicked and banged on the uOOI, dut dI ldSl IISy lSI us in and Martha, Joe's sQuaw, lit the fire and got us something to eat. l slept until 10 o'clock, and when 1 tried to get up l found every muscle about me stiffened out as though it had an iron rod run through it. But warm breakfast fixed me up so I could stag ger along.
 Tt wasn't every one who could get whisky at the North Alaska Trading Co.'S store and Bill had to use all his eloquence to get his load, but I knew 1t was all right when I heard old Booge saying, You see it's against the law for us to break the seals. The stuff Is bond ed through to Dawson so I can't really sell it to you, Bill Then he gave Bill very knowing look and continued. You know we are going to move the whisky out of that old warehouse And may be the men might leave about eight of those ten-gallon kegs outside tonight. But I say, Bill, you'd better leave that $1600 sack of dust with me if you're afraid of carrying it back to Cir cle City
 Bill passed over the sack. and then turned and gave me a long serious wink.
 That's all there was to the transac- tiOn. Both men were on their honor.
 Bill and I were up at two the next morning, and by the time the squaw had breakfast ready we had driven the dog team round to the store and had tied on the eight kegs of whisky A little later we were on the trail again. but now the dogs had a heavy load to pull and we did not travel very fast.
 Tn the evening we reached the cabin, where we were to spend the night All night long a wind-storm ragged round the house, and in the morning when we were ready to start there was not sign of the old trail left. Bill sent me on ahead of the dogs to find the trail and then he came along shouting and cursing. Every once in a while I could hear his heavy whip snap on some shirking dog, and then the whole five would let out the most dismal howls which would be answered by Bius yells. But the worst experience of all was when we hit the rough ice where the trail went over big chunks and sid led round others, and here Windy could not keep the sleds right side up. no matter how hardhe tugged and strained at the gee-pole It took all of our unit ed strength to set a sled on its runners. and this we had to do a dozen times be- fore we reached camp that night.
 At last we came to where the stove and tent had been cached and here we stopped. It was very cold night.