The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-04-29
INDIANS DRYING FISH.

broad, comparatively quiet stretch Of
water at the end of which we see a
couple of river boats, like our own Be
/ yond the boats are long rows Of low
/ log houses. the homes of the north
west mounted police, Of the people who
| operate the tram and officers 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 en- dof this open water the
river turns sharply to the left. The
| current is becoming sWifter. Suddenly
the boat turns her tail down the river,
the bells jingle, the wheel revolves fu-
riously, as we swing about just above
the narrows where the water sweeps
through like a great millrace.
Now, il the engines should become
disabled, we would be sucked into the
millrace, slammed through Miles can
yon, 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 until a line is
! made fast to spruce tree, and we
wheel still working to relieve the ten
ton of the headline.
Here we break bulk. The quaintest
little railroad runs from here past
Miles canyon and White Horse rapids
to White Horse statiOn-five miles.
Passengers from the Victorian, out
ward bound, are tramping in over the
trail, going aboard the Bailey and the
Sifton. Some have come UP "by rail-
and are already aboard ship. a dark
woman, with q hard, happy, Irish face
wearing a red dressing sack, a black
hat with red plume, is weighing in
at the purSer'S office She has sun
dry Of Gold ,111erT nd
tiful nuggets. I asked about this bo-
nanza queen and was told that this
was Jim Halls walkin' boss"
L asked about Jim Hall and they told
me that he was one Of the new-made
millionaires of the Klondike and owner
| Of euteen"-something
A miner sat smoking behind the
dump one day. Maud, the walking
boss crypt up, peeped over the dunn
| and caught him, red-handed. She SHE'D
a. pebble down, and the man looked up
We'll" said the foreman, you blank
Of a blank, you hittin' the pipe at sl5
! day? Come TO the cabin an get yer
dust"
That was the way she handled the
men, and it is related that she saved
many a nugget for Hall.
a Look at Miles Canyon.
While waiting for the wagons to re-
turn from White Horse walked down
to have a look at the famous Miles
canyon. At first glance / was disap-
pointed. After sctanding on the walls
and looking down into the Royal Gorge
after seeing the canyon of the Colo
RADIO, this is tame. But wait until a
scow comes round the bend There is
only one man, the expert, who takes
boats through here and over White
Horse n V1oilA l.a10
500, according to the value of the
cargo and the owners ability to pay.
He steadieS her at tnethead, and then
the current catches her and slams her
through the narrow gorge at the speed
OF train. 1t IS thrilling, even to stand
on the wall and see a boat go by.
Here comes an OttOwa man whom I
met in June last, bound for Dawson.
full of hope and enthusiasm. I try TO
read his story in his face, but he is a
quiet, undemonStrative man, so I ask
him boldly how they are breaking.
Fine" he answers. scarcely above a
whisper. I'VE have a fraction of a.
claim near II Eldorado-one of nv
brothers has been there for some time
The other day we found dirt that
washed out 50 to the pan We covered
it up, qGietly-it viii keep, you know
and now I'm going out to return next
year.
As we talk we must keep turning
this way and that to fight off the filthy
Indians, who thrust their dirty heads
into our faces and their ~thieving fists
into our pockets.
Now the boat bound for Bennett casts
of. When she is a good seven feet
from the wharf a fine athletic young
policeman rushes down, takes a run
and jump from the moving boat. Every
one holds his breath, for the water is
swift and deep. Moreover, If the man
fails TO reach the boat he will fall iust
above the whirling wheel. He lands
with the breast of his brown duck coat
on the edge Of the after-deck. There
is no one aft TO help him. His legs ara
swinging under the boat-the paddles
of the stern wheel barely miss him.
For a moment he hangs helpless. with
only his elbows and hands On the Wet