The Chitina leader., 1910-11-19
aGusH ON, OLD GIRL, MusH ON.

Twas on a snowy evening
 In April nineteen ten; We slsrred OCT the Valdez trail,
 Two women and two men Tie snow was steadily falling,
 The wind blew in a gale. Wnen we started for the Chitiaa
 Along the Valdez trail. The first stop was Camp Comfort;
 We it's welcome light did greet To rest our weary frames awhile
 And something get to eat Then started on for wortman's,
 Through Keystone canyon grand: Its glaciered tints most beautiful
 Were seen on every hand First trouble was the rock pile,
 The freighter's ubicon, And as we couldn't help the men
 For Workman's we mushed on Did you ever hear a freighter
 Cuss that rock pile on the trail, And horse and sleigh and freight go Mid earth slides dangerous hail? Then you, my friend, have something
 missed;
 Warm. thunderous words you hear, When a freighter, drunk upon the trall, Pounds hard his dreaming ear. P. Murphy lost a sack of four,
 NIT. Cole a case of goods; They to the river tumbled down
 And we---took to the woods. At last we EoS 10 Mortrns.n s---
 Sleepy, sore, and tired, And fell at once upon the bunk,
 One "plunk' for us had hired. Next morn. we started early;
 The teams, we meant to lead Across the dreadful summit,
 And 10 hardship give no heed We dressed, in Yukon fashion.
 With mits and Parkas on, And We started up the summit
 With ~Mush on, old girl, mush ont We mushed across the summit, Six weary miles, or more, And then we couldn't mnsh no more Because, our legs were sore And ohi that awful summit,
 With drifts. both deep and wide, And trail, so very narrow,
 That a mule went OCT the side He fell six hundred feet,
 To the canyon down below, And calmly rose upon his feet,
 When his driver yelled out "WhoaT I saw the men all shoveling,
 The spades flash here and there; I saw that poor mule turning
 Treat somersaults in the air We mushed across the summit
 In April nineteen ten, And we swore by all the gods we knew Wed ne'er do il again. Poor Roxy tumbied of the trail
 And landed in a heap. With all four legs up in the air.
 And piled the freight up deep. We hoped the Ptarmigan Drop to reach Before night bitter fell; With food and rest, our courage prop, So l might this story tell. And when we reached the roadhouse, Too weary to live, ii seems, I heard some savage crying out:
 .Mush oni" in midnight's dreams. Next morn we left for Beaver Dam Had lunch there, piping hot; Then till we had reached Tiskhell,
 We stopped or tarried not. At TiekhelI we left Hattie;
 She for courage did not lack; For the trip she was not strong enough, So at Tiekhen she turned back. We crossed the Sania river,
 We crossed the Tiekhell, too; And down the frozen Tonsina
 Our sleighs just fairly flew. We stayed all night at Ernestine,
 The glaciers reached next morn. And right on down to Tonsina
 Der glaciers rent and tn-.- And Of one funny incluenr
 I want to tell you, too; How Mrs B. the glacier crossed,
 When both sleighs they did slew. And how she stood upon her head
 In snow both soft and clean. Or on her grave in spring time
 Would grass be growing green The last roadhouse was Pollard's:
 We reached there Tuesday night, To find a weary mile to walk.
 As the snow had melted quite. We reached the mighty Copper
 And found the travelling fine To Murphy there we said goodbye,
 And dashed on down the line. We reached al last the Chitina---
 Coles roadho0se was our goal; With just one rocky bar to cross,
 But we got there---I and Cole. And now, of all the nightmares fierce, That does my courage quail, There's nothing like the trip took
 Across the Valdez trail. And when. in future sleeping,
 A feyered dream shall come; I'll hear that awful sentence:
 '.Mush on, old girl, mush on,''
 MRS. ORA BURROWS.
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