The Wrangell sentinel., 1929-02-21
WIFE OF BISHOP SPRINGER
 IS STRONG FOR THE YUKON

LONDON -. Although she has stepped straight from the icy soli- , tude of the Yukon to the glittering lights of London, Mrs. Stringer, the wife of Dr. Isaac 0. Stringer, Angli- can Bishop of the Yukon, is not too greatly impressed by the transition.
 A tall, handsome woman, Mrs Stringer is now in London with her husband, who is known as ''The Bish- op of the North Pole" He has been representing the Primate of Canada at the enthronement of the Archbish- op of Canterbury.
 Although travelling in canoes and in dog sleds is not new to me, of course, the capital of the Yukon, Dawson City, where we live, is quite we'll equipped town" Mrs. Stringer said to a reporter.
 There is nothing modern that you have here that we have not, and for six or eight months of the year the weather is ideal.
 White people stand the climate in winter there very we'll when they know how to take care of themselves. That is all that the Eskimo has over the ordinary Englishman or Cana dian. He knows how to look after himself if, for instance. a snow storm comes along.
 For the last few years have been travelling around the huge diocese which has been under by husbands care. have been with him all the time, of course It takes about two years to visit all the towns in his dio- cese, and for some years he had also to look after the neighboring diocese of the Mackenzie river, which is as big as his own"
 Extraordinarily jolly is Mrs. Stringer and her eyes sparkled as she told proudly that she was the first woman to cross the Rockies on foot
 "The Bishop wasn't very well at the time he had to cross the Rockies" she said, land, as the journey simply had to be made, thought it would be better if went with him on foot, because that would stop him from hurrying.
 We walked about a hundred miles, because there was no other way of crossing the Rockies. I should think the walking is about the worst in the world. It took Us about eight days, but we stopped a couple of days to shoot a few caribou. We had a couple of Indian guides and dogs to carry food"
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 Mrs. Stringer talked of this great pleasant memory.
 We shall be in England until the spring. We made the journey this winter because we have been longing to come for years, but we have not been able to.
 London may have changed enor- mously since we were here last, but we have called on some friends, and I must say we found them just the same warm-hearted and hospitable people. We will not find the change so very great.
 Then she talked of the Yukon again. Robert Service, the poet of the Yukon, used to be our vestry clerk at Whitehorse, and it was there he wrote most of the Songs of a Sourdough." He sent them ur to seven different publishers, but they all sent them back. Then he sent them to another publisher with $100 asking them to be printed so that he could make a Christmas present of them to his friends. This publisher was so interested and thought them so good that he wrote to Service and told him to send any more he had written, and that way the poems were printed, and Service became | famous.
 "Our whaling industry is no longer so great as it used to be-" Mrs. Stringer laughed merrily. Women have not so much use for whalebone in their clothing today.
 My husband and I went in a whal- CT right around the western coast years ago. Our ship caught two whales, and as nothing had been caught before we joined it the crew treated us as the bringers of good