The Wrangell sentinel. (Wrangell, Alaska) 1909-current, 1941-06-06
Mighty Stikine
Offers Traveller
Real Thrills
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their height and distances, and to
mark them down, bringing a hitherz
to unknown country, turbulent with
rivers and gorges and peaks, within
the sedate confines of a map.
The passenger list included: W
/ J. Moffatt. head of the Canadian
7 Typographical Survey with his men.
T. B. Clarke, II. Mcdonald. A. G.
Slocomb, n Simpson. G. G. Emer-
son. K C. Tecky. Robt. Russell and
members of the Canadian Triangu-
lation Survey, headed by Hugh Pat
tinson with George Dickson and
Merle Van Tine Other passengers.
/ besides your reporter, were Mrs. ].
f. Gallagher of Tacoma. Miss Marie
Carlquist. former Wrangen school
| teacher and her sister Miss Marjorie
Widell and last but by no means
least the life of the party. Sue
Smith of Wrangell who shipped as
Purser. Steward assistant cook or
whathaveyou.
Captain Hill Darlington. with his
regular crew of Bob Mervyn, Ed
/ Kalkins, Danny Gross, all assistant
pilots and general helpers and Jack
Wilson, excellent Cook: Emmy
Reed, Engineer and the inevitable
Oar Smith lbrother of Sue) Purser.
with his wife. Dorothy, as every
"Trip gave us. their passengers. to
understand that the boat was ours
Have a good time, they said.
Wrong Number
The first thing to happen and
inject a bit of humor into what
was to prove one of the most en-
joyable trips ever made by any of
the passengers was Sue Smiths en-
barrasing situation of finding her
self mistakenly assigned to a state
room occupied by a couple of sur
veyOrs. Mistakes will happen and
when made at the expense of those
who can take it. are often bles-
sings in disguise for after a good
laugh and much kidding formalities
were forgotten and from then on
Captain Hill had one big family on
his hands, which is the way the
hospitable Barringtons like it.
The first night was spent at
the boundary where all hands, in
Guiding the gals, gathered fire
wood and sat around the blaze of
camp fire beside the river until
long after the twilight of night be-
gan to light into dawn, which of
course, isn't so late after all in these
northern ATTITUDES.
Scenery! Surely no mere cold type
can tell the wondrous beauties of
those rugged Canadian mountains
jumbled one against the other, cut
by rushing torrents which fall
hundreds of feet, or of the sleep
ing, blue tinted glaciers which
lcarve their way down forgotten
valleys to the river. Here on this
mighty river, one remembers, was
where the earliest Indians, the Sti-
kines, lived hunted fought and
loved Here Cone Mountain paral-
lels in Indian myth the Biblical
story of Noah and the Ark, for it
was to the tip of Cone Mountain,
the Indians say, that the grizzly
totems, led a small band of Thin
gets to escape the waters of The
Flood. As proof, they point out
markings on the peak, which re-
semble a petrified rope, where those
early "Noahs" tied their canoe un-
til the waters receded.
Nary A Mosquito
The second night was spent at
Mosquito Creek with another bon
fire and weiner roast and nary a
mosquito to uphold the name of
the creek. By this time, it is need
less to say, everyone was "old
friends" Strangers known less than
twenty-four hours were calling one
another by first names. Merle Van
Tine, a youngster not much more
than 20, big and broad as one of
the mountains themselves, and
weighing well over 200 pounds be-
came Rip, (the Van Wrinkle was
too much to add. Norman Simp-
son, because he had a weakness for
fudge, became "Fudgy", ALI Slo-
comb, with a complexion inclined
toward sunburn became Lulubelle
when the women decided his fast
soaring features needed touch of
face lotion and ended by a apply
ing rouge, powder, lipstick and a
"babushka" around "her" head.
Jerry, Pat and George were short
enough to be left as they were.
Miss Carlquist, who had been Miss
Carlquist for two years as a Wran
CELL teacher, became simply Marie"
That's the way it is in every fam
lily