he Hood River Glacier. : It's a Cold Day When We Get Left. VOL. X. . HOOD KIVER, OKEGoi", ' FHIDAir, DECEMBER 23, 1898. - : ' NO. 1. , '. 11 1 i : : i ; ! ' ; ! : T-" " 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 dike reirion.'esnecial- 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 hide., V'. "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 evergreen hen ' sovi V Too.- "SAys lK Z J? lrS ir do .Chi , Dirt itfw"" . . :- for to ,'he? Tool ry '"":kkAMim Jinouon.- ' ' we ami ao mvcK lerr in Krr.? say ,sKc6 A-wiih'm Ma Chrefr oyo .snej -wiJnm rruaj wool&rT tome ttt$ War rpt Ker cxndin(m.' r her condition, K&n6 It lib r-;skrtiw hei surt fo find it! 1 Arx'rHidcbeKmdttv I 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. HB.j American soldiers doing camp and ' rlson ,'ty 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 The Interior. 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 dangerous undertak 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 DET, three-quarters of a pound,1 bread crumbs, three-quarters, 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'