The Seward gateway., 1921-01-27
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 M|1ARs' D0uGHB0ls
(By Jack Linckey

If one desires to gain g glimpse of what a battle front looks like, or that is, the point just behind the fir
 inx lines, where the great machinery of war is fin full operation let him
 journey out to- the end of steel and spend . rdayiobserving the great con ,stsuctive machinery of the A. E. C., in full operation. It is here the trains are delivering thousand tons of sup -plies,, foodstaffs and railroad build,
 ing material and where the work of distributing to the many stations out in "No Mans Land," proceeds rhy- thmicSlly and perfectly. Colonels, Majors, Captains, Sergeants and corporals as representa- in the vari
 ous bosses, are moving ahput; crew. are unloading freight cars, and as th' vast collection of materials, eacf
 sorted and marked for destination
 leave the cars and pass through th'
 big warehouses they find their wa! to sleighs drawn by 4 and 6 horses and the big tractors, which snort ant grumble as they smash their way through the snow and seem to elboN' their way into the firing line.
 '"> Moving The Mail
 Up at the station four fine persher
 ons are rchamping on the bit and eag CT to be off to the north. They ar
 hooked tn the big green sleigh witl
 "U. s. Mail" printed on the sides, an
 on which reposes, swathed in heav:
 duck tarpaulins and lashed firmly
 several tons of mail This is to flint
 it's. way to the farthest reaches of tho north-to Nome, along the Yukon and | is tributaries, Point Barrow and the
 far places penetrated only by the
 men of the bulldog breed who afe fspying out the land and discovering other treasures, that will in years to
 come supply tonnage for the railroad
 and happiness to the brave men who
 unearth them. A man swathed in fu' 1 parka and the. elastic step of. the mer of the trail, slips into the drivers
 seat, and with bells .jinglng- and steam emanating from the nostrils of
 his steeds he heads into the myster- ious north. The mail must go through on schedule, and none but a man who has guided a prancing four or six
 through the deep twilight of an AL sskan winter knows what the trip may entail. B"reas. may threaten and send his whitening breath down from the arctic; and whip the snowdrifts into eddies and defy man to advance,
 but the mail goes through. A few miles out he meets returning teams.
 The load has the right-of-way, and
 here is where the first skirmish with snow occurs. The snscwx lies several
 feet deep along the well-beaten trail
 and tie light team tpiunges in; some
 times almost to their backs and Anlnder their way out again onto the roadbed. There are big drifts, well | lmpwis tS't drivers, where "section ctexs" are stationed to shovel out if I,s niS,a 1ihd iiAs filled a cut. These Esrswss sSess s& Nrack walkers" and |keepSs1s tran built up where heavy trsldon, ssstesiiiy with rough l"ck, fplopshs l. furrow.
 ~Geris's Feur Shirts.
 The inspection party is now depend ent upon. any. means of transporta- |han .sSsssbie, which Is generally a s,eish d,sawi14 Ii by !, two biz horses. It 1 looks cold and Aey begin prepara- | tions tilas so:nise ride h the face 1 of the breeze sweeping down from the nsit u: Parkas are dug up and the
 prpoceis a tussins up proceeds. The { ihrst.sassistsant. engineer digs into his fduunssss bss aSd snaerses with four
 shirts. three pairs of trousers, q pair
 of big mittsns. . fur cap, "Arctcs" tsrd . l.rka. ones fully swathsdr in FsSld-resiitsrs wsaliaa Gsrig locks |liAe Hdhsty Danpty and "A. Hsn-'