The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1915-08-28
Do You Want To Discover Gold?
You'll Find 1tUp In The K ] ! !:
Old "Sourdough" Knows The Spot
If You've Read Jack London
Alaska Stories This Yarn
Will Entertain You.
PAINTS FROZEN NORTH
New Paris Man Braves Ter
rOrs of Ice and Snow to
Discover Golden Vein.

Have all the gold fields of Alaska
been exploited?
Has the prospector a chance these
days to accumulate riches in Uncle
Sans northermost territory?
When you ask w. E. Jones Of New
Paris, O., these questions it makes
him laugh.
Amy gold left in Alaska! Why that
country fairly reeks with gold today"
he replies. LAS matter of fact only
the surface of Alaska's gold fields
have been scratched and there are 9TH
err unexplored fields any one of which
would make the Klondike look like a
piker."
Jones speaks authoritively for there
is no man who knows the great Alas
kan country-garden spot of the world
he calls it--better than this restless,
nomadic' New Paris man.
Jones BIazed Trails.
jones' is an Alaskan pioneer. He
blazed trails across its vast expanse Of
territory before the days of the great
gold rush, trails that In later days gold
mad prospectors used in their rush for
the Klondike country.
Some day, perhaps in a year, per-
haps in five years, but some day sure,
the wife, Riddles and myself will pack
our kits and away we will go for Gods
country where there is not so darn
many laws that fellow can't turn
around without humping into one"
Jones confided to a friend the other
day. He has a pet aversion to laws.
And up a certain stream about $50
miles from a certain naviga BILE river
there is gold that no man but yours
truly knows about" he added and in
his grey eyes there was the look of
the man who has followed the far from
tiers and longs for them again.
TOO much law back here in the
states" Jones declares. II hate It,.
Right here in Richmond there is mon
ey due me that l could get If lawed
for 1t, but l would rather lose it.
don't ever want to get tangled up with
the law and l want to get back to the
place where laws are few and far be-
tween. and believe me I'll get there"
Oils Many Streets.
Jones has lately been a successful
street oiling contractor, but the work
has no appeal for him. He has lived
and labored too long in the far coun-
tries to ever become satisfied with CIV
ilization
For thirteen years he was only a
hobo. mot tramp, just hobo. and
there is lots of difference between
them" he explains. "A hobo is a rover
not ashamed to beg for bite to eat
or a piece of change but willing to
work when he can get it. A tramp
wouldn't work if his life depended up
on it. ! was hobo because | had the
wanderlust. l couldn't stay long in one
place. The far west was my stamping
ground. | never got east of the Ohio.
Some how the east never made an ap-
peal to me. After thirteen years of row
ing | enlisted in the Seventh United
States infantry and I served for three
years and four months. After my en-
istment | was one of detachment of
about two hundred men of my regi-
ment sent to Alaska to blaze trails and
in Alaska | spent the happiest days of
my life"
Jones adventures in Alaska were
more thrilling than any ever ina gined
by writer of fiction. His story of how
the little band of troopers fought
their way through the wilderness
from ST. Michael's on the coast inland
a distance of 500 miles, blazing trial
for future adventures, and then es-
tabishing the government post of Ft
Gibson on the Yukon, in the central