The Nome nugget., 1923-05-05

i 0. America? And those men-the, look at me. then at one another ant iE the end they come one by one ant shake my hand. There is no drunk ! en dance that night and when the storm is over four of them help me sail the schooner back. to where have found it, because the hunters are not yet recovered from their in. toxication.''
 Charming courtly. laughing. he sat among the treasures of the Mus cum at Juneau. this fighting priest whose ancestors helped Alexander Baranoff establish great empire for Russia in this far new world, when Washington was President of our new United States. Born in Kodiak four years before the transfer of Russian America to the United States. Father Kashevarotf has the reputation of knowing more about Alaska than any other man living. Extensive study and research among the Russian archives and thousands of miles of travel by dog team. ves- seI and bidarka have given him his knowledge of Alaska. her people. her traditions. her history and her se- crets. He can tell of mysterious valley where Alaska guards her amber and her jade. He knows of the ancient people who roamed the semd-4ropicaa wales of the Northland. naked save for pareus of bark about their loins like the South Sea Island CTS of today. He has seen where the great Mother Basket of the Thlinget people lies hidden. and where the Worm. the sacred pot latch dish of golden tradition. Is secreted up in the Valley of the Chilkats.
 Father Kashevaroff was educated III tNt INusslhh thhu ihN Ehheh hS'%h schools of San Francisco. His great ambition was to be musician and by the time he was eighteen he had mastered the organ. the piano and the violin. He was then sent to Sftka, the seat of the Government in Alaska. to assist the priests of the Graeco-Russian Church. The Rus sian Church is without other music than voices and the Fathers eyes sparkle as he tells how he led his choir of Indian boys-a choir stiNl remembered in the quaint old Russ ian town.
 "Ah. those wonderful voices!" he eXclaims, his slender hands ges- turing, his body swaying. they were like silver bells. Like the low mel low tones of distant surfs! Like the voices of angels! And played on them-ah. as the master does on the organ! It was like heaven to hear them singing the Russian Xmas carols during the holy week when we carry the great Yuletide- star from house to house! To me Rus sian church music like none other can touch the heart. But I also like the opera-n Trovatore. Faust" he hums snatches from each before he continues: Always when I am dbpirited I have my daughter Mary play to me. I used to go down and listen to the orchestra of Juneau. It has been very fine. for Alaska. but last year they had singer-ah Heaven-he he has a voice like a ram. It is this-wliat you call jazz. He gave me dysyepsia. and do not go there any more"
 Russian meists are permitted to marry. Father Kashevaroff. assist ed by his laughter. a graduate of the University of California. is now engaged in translating from Russian into English Khlebnikof's marvellous biography of Alaska's first Russian Governor, Alexander BaranoR. In addqdon to translations the Father is also author of several authorfta- tive works pretaining to historical
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