The Cordova daily times., 1922-09-19
PATHFINDER
 TELLS STORY
 OF PIONEERS

Alaska, is just off the press, publica- tion having been unavoidably delayed. The Pathfinder contains a number of articles of timely interest. One on the "Silver Horde," tells the story of the salmon industry in Alaska, GOV ering the progress of the fishing up 10 the end of the present season. An article entitled Frozen Alaska" by Harry Brown calls attention to the many misconceptions concerning the conditions in the Territory, and em- phasizes the need of development The most extensive contribution is "Im- pressions of a Cheechako," from the pen of Jane Bernoudy, and recounts the incidents in connection with the migration of California family to a new home in the Northand. The new corners went into the Matanuska field, ensconsed in a tent "On the shady side of a snowbank, with the mercury wandering around the twenty below zero mark most of the time and a heavy gale playing tattoo on the can vas. z
 q had heard of the frost creeping in the writer continues, Out never took the statement literally until one day I sat in that tent and watched it come in under the door, coating the nail heads in the blanks, sneaking around the keyhole, and over tering mass of white. It was appalling just like something alive, and I won- dered why in the world no one had ever mentioned things like that to us before we left California.
 Our tent was very bare - box table, box chair, stove, and a crude but comfortable bed. Our knives and forks were rusted, and our dishes of tin, and nothing could possibly be colder than cold tin dish. At night it was anywhere from twenty to thirty below, and all we could pile on us was just so much weight. It never seemed to get us warm.
 Everyone was kind to us. All our dishes and bedding, everything in fact they loaned to us; hauled it up the hill to our tent; gave what they could spare, and would have given twice as much had they had it. That's one thing about the Alaskan people-they don't start in by mistrusting you. They trust you right off until you give they like you-the sky is the limit. It's the real, old-time atmosphere, like they had in the West when it was new, and everyone lent helping hand. It's almost obsolete on the Outside, now, I guess. I am sure it w-s new and strange to us. ..
 "We have work now, we are saving little; and we have boundless faith in the future of our adopted country. It has not lived up to our expectations in some ways, but has more than done so in others, and we like it and are going to stick.
 "As I write Gin early ApriD the snow is almost all gone-just barely enough for the runners of the dog-sled and the days are long, longer than we have ever known before. It is hardly dark by eight o'clock, and dawn by three-thirty.
 with summer. perhaps, will come the realization of our dreams. We will always work towards that, and in the meantime we will try and be- come honestto-goodness Alaskans. Even now we speak with easy famil- iarity of "Up-the-line," and lover in the Kuskokwim," and we enjoy canned milk on our breakfast food, and we own pair of snowshoes apiece, and a Sears Rcebuck catalogue, and I have sent there for my spring dress at two-ninety-eight F. o. B. We are prog ressing.
 "But if for time, say on mornings when the ice is thickest in the water buckets, and the windows are coated with frost pictures, and the kindling is green and damp, our thoughts turn to California, and it's poppy sprinkled fields and it's rose covered homes