Douglas Island news., 1918-12-20
soURDoUGH DON'T
 LIKE SEATTLE BEANS
After First Trip to Great Outside. Alaskan Comes Home and Fills
 Up on Alaska Strawberries

man. woman and child was on thc dock Co bid him an uproarious fare we'll Bin was going Outside for the first time in thirty years the first time. In fact, in his life, as he belonged to Che F. F. A. (First Fam lilies in Alaska), having been born on small island Co the westward with a Russian sea captain and an Ncut Indian maiden for his fore bears. Consequently Bin might be
 aid Co be a Native Son, and one of ,hc finest.
 Bill was moose, nguratively speaking. as he stood six feet three In his mukluks and could throw back his shaggy head an toss off more fingers of burning hooch without showing the effects thereof than we care to mention for fear our veracity might be questioned He was Cau- caslan by habit and looked like a door mat with Che word Welcome" written on his face in large letters.
 But Bin pincd for the white lights Of Second Avenue, and the Rathskel- lar. and Taits and the Orpheum and thc book beer signs and the many other things that make Seattle pop- ular with old sourdoughs. Bin had never seen any of these things and being healthy animal, with a love for conviyiality and Of a grcgarious l disposition. when he sold his placer claim on the Creek for more real money than he thought existed, and had performed the customary tribal rites and ceremonies at the Blue Pig. This thoughts turned to the uncNplor- ed trails in tho Uitland, and Co think was to act with Bm.
 So he gathered his Larcs and Pe- mates. consisting of one 80 U. S. rifle. a pair of slx-foot snowshocs, a Klondile sled. six husky malamutcs and camalinka left Co him by his grandfather on his mothers side. and depositng them with the bar keeper Of Che Bulo Pig for safe keeping. hit the trail with the geese for the Southland
 As the steamship sailed away IBnrs towering form could be dis | unguishcd waving good-bycs from ! the after deck. iuterspersing the ceremony with frequent trips Co the ships bar. Bin was gone, and his going left a mighty vacuum in the Goodfellows Club. which gathered nightly at The Pig to discuss the daily occurrences of the camp.
 Several months passed by and IBm's friends gave him up, believing that the lure Of easy living had claimed him and that he had set Iued down where it was impolite Go spit on hot stove and one must Ikeep ones knife out of ones mouth lin good company. But one fine spring day Bin returned. He was the same old Bin. somewhat thinner a great deal poler and much tanned. l Hastily shaking hands with his many friends and acquaintanccs gathered on thc wharf, Bin hit for |tbe nearest restaurant on a lopo and 1 throwing down a ten-dollar gold piece on the counter demanded a lib- oral helping Of SOW bosom and beans ! with a stack of hots on the side.
 After nearly an hour spent In re- freshing the inner man, Bin slid on the stool. heaved a great sigh of content. and wiping his mouth on ! his shirt sleeves, the doors of the Blue Pig quickly closed behind his stalwart form. after which an out. slider might have heard a great , clinking Of glasses.
 That night the old crowd gathered beside the boxstove and prepared Co listen Co a detailed account of Bill's trip to tho city. and hear of the new wonders invented by Seattle for the edlfication of the sourdough. The boys gave Bll many leads, but thC conversation never stayed put. IBnl would talk on every subject but the one the crowd wanted to hear about-his trip. Finally one of th' boys became impatient and carried the war into the Bochc trenches "TelI us about your trip, Bill What , did you think of Seattle? Did you go up in the Smith building or ride on the intcrurban or take in th' $ roadhouse or tangle up with the po lice? Didn't the first sight of th' great city with its crowded streets and tall buildings make you feel kinder lost and queer?"
 P Bin slowly pulled out his plug of Gravel Bar. and after tearing off quarter section with his firm, white teeth. sent up a cloud of steam iron the bOxstove ad said:
 "Thc city's all right for them thai likes it. But they cant cook beani $ in Seattle worth a damn!"
 And that was an they ever heard of his trip.-Cordova Times.
 
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