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: It's a Cold Day When We Get Left.
VOL. X. . HOOD KIVER, OKEGoi", ' FHIDAir, DECEMBER 23, 1898. - : ' NO. 1. ,
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XMAS O KLONDIKE.
ONE, DAY OF GOOD CHEER DUR
ING A DREARY WINTER. '
4.t 50 Degrees Below Zero, and While
the Bitter Winds Were Roaring;,
Dawson City Celebrated in a Crude
bnt Joyons Manner.
C'STI HE December days
Wmffl and nights, accord
ing to one or . tne
miners '-who came
back from the Yu
kon dlzzlnirs with
plenty of gold, are
thei most trying of
the vear.in the Klon
lyat Christmas time.
"If I live to the age
of Methusaleh," he
- cnvn I non L ne-
lieve 1 shall ever' forget Christmas. It
was Dawson City's first. Dawson was
three months and a half old. and had set-
, tied down to be a permanent town. All
the miners who had made good locations
had by this time housed themselves in
pine-board shanties. A few had built
shanty frames about tents to secure
greater warmth within. All of us who
made any strikes of gold at all had done
bo by October, so we were well along with
our gold digging: but we could do less In
December than in any month in the year.
From the latter part of November to early
In January there is only four hours of
practical (daylight in any day. Many
days, when the wind blew hardest in
fact, it blows a pale there all the winter
, long, and snow and pellets of Ice were
blown along candles were kept lighted
all day long. In winter, candles and
lamps were always lighted between 1 and
2 in the afternoon. The mercury ranged
from 20 degrees below zero to 65 degrees
below.' So we could not make satisfactory
headway even In the richest of the dig
gings. AH through December about half
' the miners used to spend days in loafing
about McCarthy's saloon at Dawson. The
other half puttered about their cabins,
dug a little now and then, mended their
fur suits and made shoes from walrus
"At McCarthy's sometimes 150 or more
' men would gather around the roaring fire
,and a strange scene It was. Imagine an
assemblage of men in ft rough, barn-like
structure, furnished with board benches,
and illuminated by a dozen flickering can
dles'. Some men are dressed in baggy gar
i ments of fur, Others In several coarse,
heavy overcoats oTer heavy woolen
clothes. All have caps of half-cured, shag
gy, rancid-smelling fur, so that only the
' face appears. Every man has a prodig
ious growth of whiskers, sometimes a foot
long, and hair that reaches below the rim
of the caps and lies across the shoulders.
"There were bnt a dozen calendars In
all that region and very few men had any
Idea of dnAs. Some did not even know
what month it was. One day, as we sat
at. McCarthy's, some one suggested that
Christmas was approaching and we
ithought , of observing the occasion. A
' iweek before Christmas we all agreed upon
a celebration, and, crude though It was,
we had a day that none of us will ever
forget. It was more remarkable from the
fact that there were in and about the lit
tle hamlet of Dawson City over 1,100
jnmn. No one earned less than $16 a day,
and the larger part had each risen from
poverty to possessions worth several thou
mn4 dollars in a period of three months.
' I suppose the combined wealth In actual
, gold in the district then was nearly $1,
OuO.000, and a clear prospect of .Increasing
It to twice or thrice that sum in another
five months. I don't believe that a com
munity richer per capita has existed in
this world than that was at Dawson City.
Yet we had a mocker, of civilization and
hardly any of the comforts of life of a lot
of paupers. '
"Every oie was Informed on Dec. 24
of the fact that next day would be Christ
mas. Some 300, of us went down to Mc-
' Carthy's to celebrate the holiday. Dark
ness set In at'that period at about 1:30 p.
m., but we had become accustomed to the
' 20-hour nights. When it got along to
about 11:50 p. m. we got our watches out
and waited. At exactly 12 the signal was
given. The whistle at Joe Ladue's saw
mill screeched for a half hour, and over
800 shotguns, rifles and pistols were dis
charged, in volleys, singly, in quartets and
in trios, for hours. Every one shook hands.
Some danced about the room, and big,
burly miners hugged one another, while
'Merry Christmas' p as shouted again and
again. It was the first time in the whole
experience of the Klondike that we felt
in sympathy with the outside world. , ,
"On Christmas morning we brushed up
a bit, and putting on our best rubber boots
went and called on our best friends in the
mining cabins and settlements, and re
ceived our friends from the mining cabins
scattered up and down the frozen creeks.
"At 2 p. m., when the darkness was set
tling down in the valleys, several hundred
miners met by agreement at McCarthy's.
It was the only building in Dawson that
could comfortably hold a large assemblage
of people. Mac had prepared a program
of events for the day and., we had each
chipped in an ounce of dust toward de
fraying the expenses.- The sawdust had
been removed from the floor and a score
of candles and lamps were arranged about
the room. McCarthy himself wore a boil
ed shirt In honor of the occasion. On a
broad board .table along one wall of the
room a luncheon had been arranged for
the Christmas celebrators; , For a half
hour after arriving at Mac's we were busy
stamping snow from our rubber boots and
walrus hide shoes, peeling off extra cover
ings and in general hand-shakings and
more 'Merry Christmaslngs.' , ... 4 ,, ....
" 'Now, boys, fall right- in and tickle
your gizzards over there, shouted Mac
urbanely to the crowd.
"There was room for only fifty to eat at
a time, so while one squad was standing
up and eating at the table, the rest were
sitting about on the benches. We told
stories of other Christmas days in other
camps, talked about what the people down
in the States were doing,', wondered what
had transpired since we last heard from
there (five months before), wondered who
was dead, how election had gone, and
what the people would say when we go
back with our heaps of gold and stories of
how rich we had struck it.
"At last the last man In the crowd of
Christmas celebrators had been to the
long table and had filled up on baked
beans, fried pork and bacon, codfish balls,
macaioui huddeoffifee. Then Mac read the
program aadlhbeotintatainment proceeded.
A' dOzea mem rradfr speeches a few of
them genuinely! Humorous appropriate to
the occasions .'Ainerica' and 'God Save
the Queen' were sung and resung. The
Norwegians and Swedes sang their na
tional songs, and the sounds of the first
Christmas .celebration in ' the - Klondike
were carried on the wind down among the
Icy crags of the lonely, frozen Yukon. It
must have been below 50 degrees below
zero when we pulled bur "fur caps on and
strapped our heavy garments about us
late that arctic night and went trudging
home through the snow to our cabins
along the creeks." ; V '
,. . 1 -,.v,-y.
, (Jnrlstmas In KussJa.
The Russian Christmas Is ten days later
than the English one, but is celebrated
very much in English fashion. Families
all meet upon that day and country house
parties are many,- The tree is a Christ
mas yew and is beautifully decorated. The
gifts are placed on small tables near the
tree.. ..The churches are decorated with
greens and so are the houses, but no mis
tletoe' is used. Two or three days are
public holidays at Christmas time, and
the people greet each other with "Happy
feast to you." ' A huge- pyramid of rice
with raisins In it, which has been blessed
at the church, Is served rit the Christmas
dinner, and the meats are goose, duck and
sucking pig. A great delicacy at a Rus
sian Christmas dinner is veal which has
been fed entirely upon milk for that spe
cial day.. 1 . '.: '
i A Reminder. .''
"Why, Mr. Goslin, how good It Is of you
to call on Christmas day," said Miss Gas
kett, extending her hand to the newcomer.
" "I wish you the compliments of aw
the season. Miss Gaskett," replied the
young man.: . . I i
"Do you know.'Mr.- Goslin, that I can
scarcely ever see a Christmas tree with
out thinking of you?" "
"How kind of you to associate me- with
aw something so bwlght and intewest
tng. Is that aw why you think of me
at such a time, aw?" 1 , 7
"Well, I don't think that Is it, exactly,
Mr. Goslin. 1 suppose 1 think of you when
I see a ChriBtmaa tree because It Is an
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Hnln't thev told vnn nnn th mln '
That has come ter Deacon Chase,' .
An' the big church row that's brewln' i
Sense he danced an' fell from grace?.
Wal, on Chrls'mas night bis darter
Betsey run off ter the dance, : i
An' the Deacon straightway arter
That most wayward gal did prance. ,
When be reached the Chrls'mas partj '
An' seen Betsey on the floor
Daneln" with Jerome McCarty,
What an ngly scowl he wore.
Betsey growed a right smart paler '
When her pap come Inter sight, '
An' big. bmom Harner Bhaler I
'Lowed she'd try ter set things right.
As be stood aroun' blm glancin'
Harner spoke op mlgbty peart, '
"Did you aim ter Jlne the daneln'?
Come along an' don't be skeert."
Then shev grabbed him, an' the fiddle ;
Kinder drowned tbe Deacon's squeal
As sbe snaked blm down the middle
In the ol' Virginia reel.
Now the gait they went gyratln'
Sent the ol' man's stagnant blood
Thro bis veins a-clrculatln" ,,
Ijfke a rnsbln', springtime flood;
An' before he hardly k do wed It
He bad Jlned tbe sinful fun,
An' the way be heeled an' toed It
Shamed Ibe boys of twenty one.
It was wutb a kag o' cider '
Jes' ter see him hoe ber down,
An' all nlgbt that of backslider . 1
Bowed an' scraped an' skipped aronn.
Now you've heerd the tale o' horror,
How from off the hlgbts o' grace
Ter the depths o' sin an' sorrer,
Harner yanked ol' Deacon Chase. , ,
A Proper Christmas Gift.
She had been reading "Aunt TabitWa
Counsel to Young Socty Buds," and had
fallen into a brown study. ' '
"Yes," she mused, "Tabby is quite right
It is unbecoming for a young woman to
accept any Christmas present of value
from a young man." .
That night Algernqn Thlnklittle threw
himself prostrate before her. ,
"Take me, Ernestine,"; he Implored;
"take this bleeding heart as a Yuletide
remembrance an earnest of years of hap
piness to come." y
She didn't hesitate;' , She accepted blm
so quickly that bis head swam in a de
lirium of joy. New York Herald.
camp and '
may not be
able to ' celebrate
this Christmas just
as they would like,
but most of them
will not make ' a
mournful time of it.
They have become
accustomed to sol
dier life and Indur
ated to strange ell
mate. This Is one
""of the first requi
sites in the West
Indies towards the enjoyment of rare
fruits, rare scenery, and festivities that
alwav crowd the Christmas season,
Christmas trees. J the American ' Santa
ClauB, and stockings, cut comparatively
little figure In the celebrations at Havana
and in the other Cuban cities, sun Dans
parties and masquerades follow one an
other m bewllderlnelv raoid succession.
and it Is not to be assumed that the soldier
boys will remain in camp all of the time
that this fun and variety Is going.
This mardi-eras class of celebration,
particularly prominent In Porto Rico, ls
nowever, bound to pall on tne irue Amer
ican taste, and while it extends "over a
week or more, the one especial day will
be remembered , . and signalized. In
the - Philippines our soldier . boys find
European tastes quite in evidence1, with a
fair representation of residents from the
United States. . Manila is a progressive
city cosmopolitan enough to include the
energy and variety that make the holiday
season quite a gay round of entertain
ments and celebrations.
In the tented field proper the soldier has
occasion to feel joyous and hopeful. An
other, Christmas tide,, and nearly every
regular and volunteer on soil now foreign
will have returned to where the home
Stars and Stripes wave In peaceful gran
deur.'. The palm tree will be a memory
the Christmas-tree real and generous
will bear a double gift for the soldier and
the hero!, : . ,
IN THE CIVIL WAR.
Journal of. the Year.
How fair Into ohr hands It came. .
Snow-white was eTery separate page,
Whereoa each day we were to keep; -
The record of our pilgrimage.
'Onr hearts were teader with regrets !':
Ove past failures; eyes were dim
With watching out the dying Year;
- We sorely grieved to part with blm.
And grieved still more because the book
Of life he brought and bore a-way; -. , .. ?
Our bands had blotted carelessly .
. And sadly marred from day to day.
And so we took the New Tear's book
- With naught of boasting, much of prayer
That when complete, the Judge might find
A cleaner, purer recoad there.
And yet and yet oh, heedless heartsl '
' How have your promises been kept?
How many crooked lines were penned
; And errors made while conscience slept!
And now the final page Is turned;
And, in the solemn midnight tryst,
This one last line we humbly add:
"Forglvel forgetl for love of Christl
Holidays Were Not Notably Different
- from Other Days. , ,
N the armies' during
the civil war holidays
were'not notably dif
ferent from other
days. This may be
accounted for on the
ground , that every
day with armies in
active service, liable
at any moment to be
ordered to engage in
inea. all had nonr-
ly . enough to think
about witnout spend
ing days or weeks In preparing for a pro
per celebration of holidays. Of all of the
days that attracted unusual attention on
the part of the Yankee soldiers, Christ
mas stood at the head, however. ,-
With most of the young fellows Christ
mas, 1861, was their first away from
home. Many of them had hard work to
appear happy as they looked at presents
from dear ones and ate the good things
sent them. But great changes had taken
place before Christmas, 1802. At least
50,000 of the Army of the Potomac had
fallen out of line-dead, wounded or pris
oners. The track of its march .was red
red from Yorktown to Richmond and from
Richmond to Malvern Hill; from Cedar
Mountain to Manassas; South Mountain
to Antietam, and the reddest spot was
Fredericksburg. What a gloomy Christ-
. mas it was for the Northerners. They
had, only a few days before, been badly
' defeated in their attempt to drive Lee and
I the Army of Northern Virginia from the
heights of Fredericksburg. The people at
home may have started a Christmas din
ner to the boys, but it did not reach them.
On Christmas, 1863, the army was shiv
ering along the Rappahannock and Rapl
dan, and as far out as Oulpeper Court
House. . It was too cold, and the men
were too pqorly housed to enjoy the day.
Christmas dinners were the order of the
day In 1864. The army was strung along
behind fortifications from Richmond to
below Yellow House, on the Weldon Rail
road, a distance of nearly forty miles. The
Sanitary and Christian Commissions bad
arranged to supply the army with a
Christmas dinner. , Few men were over
looked. Except that in 1861, It was the
happiest Christmas for tbe Yankee army
since the trouble began. There were many
signs that the next Christmas would be
enjoyed at home, and so it was by all who
escaped from the hot times from March 29
to the evening of April 9, after Grant and
Lee had met at Appomattox.
A MOTHER'S MUSINGS.
An Oid-Time New Year.
The method In. vogue In New York City
half a century ago was for the ladles'-of
the family to remain at home, much' as
they do now, while the gentlemen went
abroad visiting friends. The visitor en- j
tered, shook bands, took a seat, convers-.
ed for a few moments, and after partak- j
Ing of refreshments of which boned tur-,
key and pickled oysters were the staple
dishes and sherry and whisky tbe most ,
popular drinks bad another handshaking
and terminated the visit. The cuju la '
of Dutch origin, I
of a pound,1 bread
eight eggs. 1
told her to be care
ful In weighing, but
you can never tell.
Last year It fell to
pieces before It came
to table, and spoil
ed my pleasure for
the rest of the din
ner. Father used to
say that nobody's
puddings were like ours, but that was
when I made my own. I wish I could
have made them this, year, but I dared not
suggest It. They are so flighty nowadays,
these fine servants. ' Maria would have
taken offense at once, and It would never
have done to be without her just now
With a house full of visitors.
It felt like old times to-night, and how
kappy father looked welcoming them all!
,.ii.; rain those boys before the holi
days aie over. It was the same with our
ownl children; if he was obliged to dis
appoint them, 'he was miserable for the
rest of the day. Such a tender heart
he has! I never knew a man like him.'
He has never lost patience with me in nil,
these years, and I. have been sharp with
him many a time about such little thingsl
When I have fretted about the children
going away and leaving us, one by one,
1 have remembered his faithful love and
been comforted. .
Four children, three grandchildren, all
of them back beneath the old roof, except
oh, my boyl where are you to-night?
What are you doing? Yon can't go to;
sleep ; on Christmas eve" without remem
bering the old home, and your mother,
Robbie the old mother who tried to make
your Christmases happy years ago! Fath
er, doesn't say anything, but there Is. a
look on bis face I know well. He is get
ting an old man, and he depended on Rob1
to help him. He was our first. None of
the others were quite the same. I remem
ber the Christmas after he was born as
if It were yesterday. Eleven months old,
and he sat on bis high chair like a prince.
We gave him a Punchinello on tbe end of
a stick, and when he turned it round it
played a tune. His little face of aston
ishment, how sweet It was! How we lov
ed him! . If you had died, Rob, it would
have been easier; but to know that you
are alive, and don't care that's .the hard ;
part; It is that that breaks my heartl
I shouldn't like to die before Rob comes
hack. His brothers might be'barsh with
him. William is very bitter. . He has al-.
ways been a dutiful boy himself, and he
cannot understand such behavior. How
handsome he looked when he arrived to
night, and how prosperous! He must be
making a big income, I should say, by tbe
way they live; but he was always close,
and he is worse than ever since his mar
riage.' ' Emily must have bought a new
traveling cloakl Last year she wore a
brown one trimmed with- fur. It didn't
look shabby to me, but she is so extrava
gant! Five servants now, and only those
two children. No wonder Will is getting
gray; it must be a strain on him' to pro
vide for such a household. . I wonder if
Hnnnnh rpmnmliAtvH to mit frillpH nillow
cases on her bed. I shall be annoyed if
she has forgotten, for it is just one of
the things Emily would notice.. She has
all her sheets hemstitched. . .
The children are beauties! ' Eric Is the
picture of his father at the same age, and
what a spirit! Cecil takes after his moth
er's family.. I love them dearly, but it's
a good thing children come while one is
young I couldn't stand, the racket for
long nowadays. Ernest looks thin. He
doesn't get on, poor boy. It would have
been wiser if we had given him his own
way and let blm go abroad, but we did it
for the best. Father says, we cannot do
more than act upon the light of the mo
ment, and that it is useless grieving over
what is Irretrievable, ' but 1 can't help
grieving. Amy has had a hard time! No
one would think, to look at her noWi what
a pretty girl she was when they were
married. She has no nurse girl for baby,
and that Is the same dress she wore last
year, with new trimmings to freshen it up.
We must give (them a check with their
Christmas present, but not before the oth
ers they would not like that just quietly
when we are alone. ' .
Minette and Charlie came last, though
they live nearest of all. She planned that,
the little rogue! I know her tricks. She
was not going to arrive in the character of
bride without making sure of her audi
ence; and how pretty she Was a perfect
picture in those lovely furs. Father says
she is exactly what I was as a girl, but
my hair was never so golden. And Char
lie adores her. i I ought to be thankful for
that marriage. Her house Is prettier than
any of the others, but I don't know how
she will manage. She uses the best
things every day, and never 4 draws the
blinds for the sun. Whpn 1 nnv nnvthinir
she pulls my cap oh one side ind asks if
I remember Aunt Christina's soft blanket.
They all laugh at me about fhat, but .1
can't see the joke. It was far too grand
for our room, and the red and green
stripes made the furniture look shabby, bo
I put it aside for one of the children, and
now none of them will have It. It can't"
be soiled, for it Is wrapped up In the same
paper in which it arrived ten years ago, .
and it's a beautiful thing there must be
pounds of wool In it, not to mention the
Silk. , . . ,
Charlie sits next' to1 Emily. I wonder
what she will wearl I wonder which cap
I should put on! The one with the pearl
drops is the most becoming, but the lace is -not
real. . I'll wear the new one, and let
her see that my Brussels Is .as good as
hers,; I think I'll give Amy the old Honi
ton. She has brought presents for every
one, the kind little thing, though she is so
shabby herself. She showed me Nell's
to-night. Pink silk covers for cushions!
She is going to sew them on in the morn
ing, and they will be on the couch as a
surprise for Nell when she is carried down
to dinner. The pink will make her look'
less pale. My precious lamb! A week
ago I thought she would not be able to
come down, but she has stayed in bed and
taken every care. She knew it would
spoil our Christmas if she were not among
us. Ah! what was I saying? Last year
she walked down; this year she must be
carried next year, perhaps My baby!
The last of them all! I can't face it, I
can't let ber go! I have nursed )er night
and day for nineteen years, I should have .
nothing to do if Nellie were not here. And
yet to see her grow more and more help
less; to suffer worse pain! She would be
well and strong, and she has had nothing
but suffering here never any enjoyment
like other girls. There are worse troubles "
than death much worse. If I could think
of Robbie in heaven! Ah! my boy, where
are you to-night? What are you doing?
Have you forgotten me, Robbie, alto
gether? Twelve o'clock striking! Fathen
in heaven. Thy Son's birthday! Hear a
mother's prayer. My children Semen),
ber my children'