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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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his feet comfortably uponthe rungs; then, shifting his tobacco from onecheek to the other, he asked if any one present hadheard the story of Nelson and the ghost. No onehad heard it, and, after some coaxing, this is thetale he told. The Ghost of Forty Mile. Alaska has long smiled over old Indian legiends,but Yukon men are still puzzling over the noc-turnal rambles of the ghost of a murdered man inthe Forty Mile District. Following the excitementof the discovery of Bonanza Bar and the sensa-tional riches of Franklin Gulch came the murder ofan old Frenchman named La Salle. Tanana In-dians committed the crime in 1886. They crossedthe mountains to Forty Mile, and killed La Sallein his cabin at the mouth of OBrian Creek. Withaxes and bludgeons the old Frenchmans headwas crushed beyond recognition. Three months later the snow lay thick upon theground. Upon the branches of trees it persistentlyhung, each added layer clinging tenaciously be-cause there was no breath of wind to send it to the
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ON BONANZA CREEK f A Woman Who Went—To Alaska 385 ground. Occasionally a dead twig-, weighted tooheavily by the increasing fall of snow, broke sud-denly and dropped noiselessly into a bed of feath-ery flakes, thus joining its sleeping companions, theleaves. It was in January that two men might have beenseen following their dog-teams down a frozenstream emptying into Forty Mile River. Theywished to reach the mouth of the creek before theyhalted for the night. They had heard of a cabin inwhich they planned to spend the night, although itwas a deserted one, and they were almost at thedesired point. The men were Swedes. They were strong andhardy fellows, and although frost covered theirclothing and hung in icicles about their faces, theyran contendedly behind the dog-teams in the semi-darkness, as only the snow-light remained. Hello! called out Swanson finally to his com-panion. Is that the place, do you think? point-ing to the dim shape of a log cabin a little ahead. Guess it is, but w

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