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Title: Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields ...
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Winchester, James D
Subjects: Voyages to the Pacific coast
Publisher: Salem, Mass., Newcomb & Gauss, printers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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eamer and had got landon each side of them on the river, they broke up all dis-cipline and became unmanageable—his brother as bad as the rest. But, said he, lam skipper of this boat,and I will never cast you off. One night, as we were looking for a place to anchor, it was getting quite dark, and the pilots thought it best to follow the channel across to the other bank and get an anchorage there. There was quite a high mountain, and land loomed up deceivingly, so they misjudged the land-mark and plunked the boat on to a sand bar, where she lay across the current, and the harder we worked her the farther she 2rot on. We worked all night, but it was no use. The captain said he would lighten her, and by the time he got ready the river had lowered so that they could wade around the boat. She was hard and fast, and they could not get the weight off quick enough to float her. We rowed on shore with the old Mary Ann, where I stayed all day and did the cooking. There were plenty of gnats, but I kept up a
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THE FLORENCE ON A SAND-BAR ON THE WAY TO ARCTIC CITY. 185 smoke that drove them away, and after the boys had worked three days helping to discharge the Florence, I saw that she would not float again for some time. Magrath told me that the river might not rise enough that fall to float her, and they were fitting out their launch,putting a boiler and engine on her, in case the Florence did not float. So I called the boys in and told them I thought the) had done work enough to pay for our tow,and we hauled in the old Mary Ann, gave her a s^oodwashing out, packed our goods in again, and on the next morning earl) crossed the river under the stern of the Florence, and soon had the tow-rope again in operation, dragging our boat up the river. Magrath told us that we had one hundred and eighty miles to go, that when we got to Hughes bar—a certain landmark—we would be sixty-five miles from Arctic City, true measurement. Hughes was a hermit and lived down there in his shack alone. He always had gold

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