The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-22


is easy to fancy that the channel was
empty yesterday; that the water has just
been turned in This is because the river
is high now, but there are none of the
indications of a flood The water is clear
and almost as green as the waters of the
South Pacific. The trees and the grass
and moss grow right down to the water
edge. 1t is just like big brook. Any
other river in this condition would be
! bank full" but, as l said before, there
are no banks-there is no bottom land
only gentle, rolling hills ranged along
the shore.
A deep narrow trail lies over the hill.
One end of it hangs in the water. The
pilot says il is made by the cariboo COM
ing down to drink. Early last night we
passed port called Cariboo Crossing.
Now we round a bend and enter a broad,
comparatively quiet stretch of water, at
the end of which we see couple of river
boats, like our own. Beyond the boats are
long rows of low log houses, the homes
of the Northwest Mounted Police, of the
people who operate the tram and Offices
of some of the steamboat companies on
the right bank are some Indians near a
wood pile, making frantic signals to our
boat They want to sell their wood.
At the far end of this open water the
river turns sharply to the left. The cur
rent is becoming swifter. Suddenly the
boat turns her tail down the river, the
bells Jingle, the wheel revolves furiously,
as we swing about just above the mar
rows, where the water sweeps through like
great mill-raee.
Now if the engines should become dis
abIed. we would be sucked into the mill
race. slammed through Niles canyon, and,
if anything were left of the boat pounded
to pieces on the hidden rocks in the rapids
of White Horse. But the engines hold her
Ii,,.a 10 do ia a
and we swing gently to the floating
wharf, the wheel still working to relieve
the tension of the headline.
Here we break bulk. The quaintest lit
the railroad runs from here past Miles
canyon and White Horse rapids to White
Horse Station-five miles,
Passengers from the Victorian. outward
bound. are trampng in over the trail, go
ing aboard the Bailey and the Sifton Some
have come up "by rail- and are already
aboard ship dark woman, with hard,
happy. Irish face wearing a red dressing
sack, black hat with red plume, is
weighing in at the purser's office She has
sundry sacks of gold dust and some oeal-
tiful nuggets. l asked about this bonanza
queen and was told that this was Jim
Halls walkin boss"
asked about Jim Hall and they told
me that he was one of the new-made mill
onaires of the Klondike and owner or
Seventeen" something.
A miner sat smoking behind the dump
one day. Maud, the walking boss crept
up. peeped over the dump and caught him
red handed She SHE'D a pebble down. and
the man looked up. well" said the fore
man. you blank of a blank, you hittn
the pipe at fifteen dollars day? Come 90
the cabin an get yer dust
That was the way she handled the men
ana II is related that she saved many a
nugget for Hall.
A Look AT Miles Canyon.
While waiting for the wagons 10 return
from White Horse / walked down TO have
a look at the famous Miles canyon Al
first glance / was disappointed After
standing on the walls ana looking down
into the Royal gorge, after seeing tho
canyon of the Colorado this f. tame. But
walt until a scow comes round me bend.
There u only one man, the expert. who
lakes boats through here and over white
Horse. a mile or 50 below, for twenty NJ
~ or hundred dolIafa according ~ NO