Seward daily gateway., 1925-03-09
ANOTHER PARTICIPANT
 IN NOME RELAY GOES
 THRU SEWARD, OUTSIDE
By Marg FlOwaw

It S an III Wlnu tnaC cafrleS no iTult. So was the trying and uneventful eff forts of Gateway correspondent ill securing an interview from Jerry V. Goss, Nenana manager of the N c. Company, who passed through Sew ard Saturday night, en route to the States on the steamship Alaska.
 Mir. Goss halls from "The Fish Camp, on the Tanana," memorialized through poetic version by the late c. S. Crider, and made his way to Ne mana over difficult winter trails which were beset with obstacles no less diff ficult than those experiences through the trying days the Nome serum was being rushed North. His mission, given out to other sources, imparts that he is leaving with Solomon, an Indian. for the Sunny South, where they will frolic around over salt for snow and camphorated ice, staging Alaskan movies.
 AS our representative eluded and sacrificed other stories of Saturday night-some coming in ten gallon lots about the town-to locate MT. Goss, who appeared as elusive as an oilcan in The Gateway office when the linotypes start meowing, he cant see no more justice in misconceived ad- venture than in making it known that regardless of the aspen mission, he feels like the last drop and night ahead.
 The story in question holds appeal to the world-not that MT. Goss was instrumental in the recent race with precious antitoxin aboard the sled for Nome-but it was that he was sole emissary to an Indian of less fortunate circumstances. The Indian in ques- tion was none other than Nicolai Sol omon. from the Ruby district on the lower river disciple of Kasson and Sappella, who just about knows the meaning of the words, ''mush on.' He could not comprehend the meaning of the late message to Garcia as DOT trayed in an interview given Bill Shannon in a late issue. With both Shannon and the Indian leaving for the States, the Indian carries the oth- fo been given a generalship the past few days, having been promoted from the rear ranks He was lost to the world and was lost from the front.
 One of the heroes, Nicolai Solomon, who relieved one of the teams en route to Nome, was paradln9 the streets Saturday night. He appeared to be under complete Alexandraism. The representative talked with Solo, mon, the Indian who was with his better half. He appeared altruistic to his kin, and gladdened as he caught out mission, and with another sudden interiection. and with language we all learn in the North if we are here long enough, he quickly acceded to bow to our bold intrusion and utter a few words. It was pity. We won dered if he realized the faultless epic he was so instrumental in? We doubt it. His little amative squaW spoke up bravely in defense of her hero and did not try and explain i'll cOntanli- mated linguistics of the white man that MT. Goss was the boss" and we should obtain any information from him.
 It's another one of those fell for incidents that a newspaper man runs into and doesn't realize his onions un. til his man is out of sight-in oblivion we might say.
 Anyway, with all this to preface our Saturday nights carousing for news we ambled down aboard the Alaska which lay snug to the wharf. We look ca dTOuUu duu uoL Dill oudh1oA the hero from Nenana. He showered us with photographs of his last trir in the Arctic. He autographed those for enlargement He was intensely human. Then we asked to see his dogs for another look. On our way to the corral we passed Solomon's brave litter. They were of different type. No two dogs alike, but for the exception of two-they were beauts and of the Derrick strain from { Whiskey Creek dog-breeder, 2S miles below Ruby. As we are not judges of canines, we can't say much, but the two leaders of Solomon's batch O. huskies were of the wolf type. They possessed every mark and color. w patted them two, and the other! growled, either in anticipation of glet in being the next to be babied by hu man instinct, or in jealousy,-and W, then growled to ourselves. Shannon