The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-02-08
Roma3ee Of A Woma3s life h Alaska.

On clear and bracing winter morning trim little woman, dressed in furs from crown to heel. came out of her log house m Council City, Alaska, There was sled at the door, to which were hnrnessed SIX snag- gy Eskimo dogs ehafing and impatient Tor the start. The driver, also dressed In heavy furs. smoothed out the robes for the M hMt.e woman and bundled her up so that nothihs was visible save her eyes and strappeu nei securely to the sled. He then took 'ne ,s ulI,, ing seat. pulled the deerskins over nlinselt snugly and at the crack of his long Whip 'he team started at lively gait.
 This was the beginning of the journey or Miss Frances E. Fitz. Deputy United States Recorder of Council City, mine owner. news paper proprietor, as well as stenosrapner nnd typewriter and notary public of the furthest north mining camp on the Paclnc Coast, who was bound on visit 10 ner friends in the East, whom she had not seen for three years.
 Nome. you know, is a hundred mics from Council. and is a three days trip said Miss Fitz in recounting her experiences. When we got fairly started we were over taken by one of those terrible storms which are so common in Alaska, hurling sharp raf. ticlcs of snow and sleet in our faces and eemins down so thick that we could not see tho dogs ahead. The cold was intense, many dc.ttpS helow zero. 4 .a ...
 Town Into the Sea.
 i..il there was none, but only q track less waste of snow and ice. The sled rocked from side to side, and in spite of the ut most efforts of the driver was slowly forced seaward by the winds. Here we overlook a man who was making hls way 10 the near est shelter. With his assistance the driver managed to keep the trail until q strong wind blew dogs, sled, driver. man and all rolling them over and over into the sea.
 'I thought It was goodby that time, but the driver and the dogs managed to scram h hlA fA lao .ft aud ,.,sf tIA AI ashore. the weight of the man on the back tipping the front up enough to Jet 1t slide upon the Ice. We arted at furious rate for the nearest road house, the stranger sit ting on my head
 Say, there's woman In theren shouted the driver. All right! holered the man, still keeping his seat, the wind bowling such gale that he could not catch the drivers words. Time and again the sled turned over and was lighted. We stopped at q road house, which was nothing more than a hole In the ground ten feet square and a roof over 1t.
 All fullP shouted the proprietor. Not room for another onel We made all haste to the next place, some miles further on. Our wet clothes were frozen like boards.
 Here's the house. said the driver.
 'Wherer I asked.
 There he replied, pointing 10 hole in the snow.
 Going down n flight of fifteen or twenty steps cut from the frozen snow and forming tunnel, we entered room about fifteen feet square. Like the last road house. this was simply hole in the ground. Here were twelve men and eighteen dogs, and the floor was covered with the wet reeking straw from the sleds, sending up nasty steam as It dried out before the fire. Mixed with the steam were the fumes of tobacco and the strong smell of the wet dogs. The heat of the place was almost unbearable, being about 120 degrees.
 Home1y Shelter.
 After making some chocolate for myself at the cast iron stove-for every one prepares his own food at such places-and cooking the fish and rice for the dogs I was as. signed to one of the four hunks, a man being kind. enough 10 give his up for me S,eep was out of the question amid the snoring of the men, the striking of matches and the low growing of the dogs The lamp had heen turned down, and in the dim light one could see the mass of human arms and legs