The Alaska citizen., 1917-01-29

 was song which women whose reputation could not truthfully be sing when they wished him to whip his horses.
 Oh, Paddy Mcknight. they say has no style:
 But he's style all the time. all the time.
 Caribou Jack was horae of a different color. Tall and massive. magnificent specimen of humanity, he lowered above the other passen- gers. in his boots laced to the knee, 1 and the blue mosquito netting drap- ed about his broad slouch hat A Harvard man he was, said to be the natural son of a distinguished gen eral; he had been in New York an office holder under Croker and later i a prize fighter; in Alaska a bar keeper, prospeCtor, lawyer and a writer for the newspapers and magazines on the Outside. The rem 1 iniscences by him and Paddy, con- ! corning the men and women in Alas ka in early times, all of whom were l identified by nicknames moro forci- 1 ble than polite, although interesting would be more in place in a volume 1 of Smollett or Rabelais than in a l family newspaper. The women had ] been employed to dance with the i miners at $1 a waltz, which sum and the price of the drinks ordered i proprietor of the dance hall. Qn more than one case miner paid woman her weight in gold duly bal anced on the scales, which another man helped her to spend.) One of l these dance hall girls later entered, as maid, Fifth-avenue house, ] i New York and there engineered Q | scheme by which her employer, the widow of multimillionaire, mar 1 ried the girls lover, while under i the additional influence of Scotch i whiskey and champagne. All of these i women pioneers who had remained l in the territory. with a single ex- ! ception, were now duly married and were leading respectable lives as 1 society danes One of them who was on the boat was the wife of the most influential. citizen in the l territory.
 The Ascetic Gold Oiggers.
 The old Ala kans are a sturdy l race. None of the weddings have 1 survived. Intemperance among them is rare. In this they show a strik- ing contrast to the canners of clans and salmon, on the coast, especially such of those as have left Washing ton and Oregon since those states became dry. (Most of them are celibates who in the long winters spent in the log cabins in the woods practice a monastic chastity.) The lust for gold has quenched every other passion. Winter after winter. for more than Is years, many of them have gone alone or with a single partner into the wilderness to search for mines, and returned every spring with gold insufficient to equal what they had paid out for tools, dynamite and provisions. But they still continued, in the hope that some day they may strike a fortune; un- deterred by the fact that comrades who have died were buried in paup CTS graves. After careful inquiry 1 could not find a single case where 1 d pIOoPCSIol ilehu ACtiiSo Vi'h q AOi
 tune, or even a competency, as the result of his discovery.
 All the gold was carried away by chopkeepers, gamblers and middle men. At one time miners had no currency, but paid for all purchases in gold dust. As an agent of one of the trading companies naively told me, he always tried to be honest in the handling of the scales, but 1t was impossible that they should be even and his duty to himself re- qured that any doubts be resolved in favor of his employers. Such profits as he made in that way were entered in his general accounts. but the agent of another company in Nome kept a separate account of such profits and it amounted to more than $85,O0O in single year.
 Culture Among the Miners.
 The need Of occupation during the long winter evenings has made them great readers of books, usually of a