Williams news., 1904-09-03
GOING TO ALASKA
BY NELLIE J. DoDGE.l
CONTINUED FROM LAST wEEK.1

the wood they had long before they were ready to leave the glacier, so they had no fuel either for cooking or heating. Some of them made coffee by setting piece of bacon on fire with several lighted can dies. This was cold comfort, how ever.
 In all the toll, struggle and un told hardships of getting over that treacherous and crunching mass of ice, there was no sickness to speak of. and the only deaths 1 know of among those going over were the men who were killed in the snow slides and one man who was shot by accident It was later in the year after the crevasses opened up that so many lost their lives, for the disheartened men, disappointed at their non-suecess, became reck- less and before they knew it had gone through the snow into a ere vasse-gone from sight. Some few were found by their friends, but there were many never seen again. One case was particularly sad Five men started to cross the gla- cier coming out, with two sick men, each sick man strapped to seven foot sled. They had crossed the summit safely, but on this side they were overtaken by a snow storm and all perished. The five men in looking for the lost trail went into the crevasses, and all were found dead; the two sick men were dead when found by the searching party still strapped to their sleds. As all of these men had been many weeks in camp with us, it filled us with sorrow to know their fate.
 After leaving the glacier we had to pack and boat our outfits as best we could to a place that would do for summer camp. Boating was very hard and dangerous work on account of the rapid water, and of its being filled with rock and tons of ice at different times. Many men lost their lives in this work, and many others lost their outfits. I saw nine men go down in a whirl- pool within a few rods of our tent. They were all in one large boat No one could lend a hand to save them. They were carried away by the rushing waters and never seen again. Another man whose wife and children were in Los Angeles went down and was drowned by being carried off his feet while try ing to wade across, his body being thrown upon the shore. He was a Mason, so the Masons in camp took charge of his remains, made a rough board coffin and gave him a nice burial at the foot of large rock in a quiet, shady nook. His outfit was sold and brought several hundred dollars; that with his little pocket bible and family pictures were sent to his wife in care of the Masons in Los Angeles, who noti- fled her of his death and safely de- livered the package, as we after ward learned.
 It was such scenes as these that spoiled the pleasure we might have had during the beautiful summer weather. As soon as we were fairly settled in our permanent camp 1 began to make myself acquainted with my surroundings. There was no woman at that camp but my self, so I had to be my own com pany, for my husband was off pros pecting and seeing what he could find of interest. There were plenty of men who remained to care for the outfit, go I was not alone 1 soon found it was necessary for me to keep busy at something or the idle time and too much rest would make me restless after the many weeks of hard work I previously had had. Knitting socks was one of my pastimes, for 1 had taken plenty of yarn with me. The men in camp and the men coming back oyer the trail wanted me to bake for