A woman who went to Alaska (1903) (14782979193)

Identifier: womanwhowenttoal00sull (find matches)
Title: A woman who went to Alaska
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Sullivan, May Kellogg
Subjects: Alaska -- Description and travel
Publisher: Boston : J. H. Earle & company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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deringly. Then, again,nearing- the banks of Miles Canyon we forged ourway on up hill and down, across wet spots, overboulders and logs, listening to the roar of themighty torrent dashing between towering, many-colored walls of rock, where the volume of waterone hundred feet in width with a current of fifteenmiles an hour, and a distance of five-eighths of amile, rushes insistently onward, as it has, no doubt,done for ages past. Then at last widening, thistorrent is no longer confined by precipitous cliflfsbut between sparsely wooded banks, and nowpasses under the name of White Horse Rapids,from so strangely resembling white horses as thewaters are dashed over and about the huge bould-ers in mid-stream. Here many of the earlier argo-nauts bound watery graves as they journeyed insmall boats or rafts down the streams to the Klon-dyke in their mad haste to reach the newly discov-ered gold fields. After leaving White Horse Rapids we traveledfor days down the river. My little stateroom next
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A Woman Who Went—To Alaska 17 the galley or kitchen of the steamer was frequentlylike an oven, so great was the heat from the bigcooking range. The room contained nothing buttwo berths, made up with blankets and upon wiresprings, and the door did not boast of a lock of anydescription. Upon application to the purser for achair I received a camp stool. Luckily I hadbrushes, combs, soap and towels in my bag, fornone of these things were furnished with the state-room. In the stern of the boat there was a smallroom, where tin wash basins and roller towelsawaited the pleasure of the women passengers, thewater for their ablutions being kept in a barrel,upon which hung an old dipper. To clean onesteeth over the deck rail might seem to some an un-usual undertaking, but I soon learned to do thiswith complacency, it being something of gain notto lose sight of passing scenery while performingthe operation. At Lake La Barge we enjoyed a magnificentpanorama. Bathed in the rosy glow of a departing