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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
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,and like us had missed the inland passage and were caughtin the storm. They said that we must go around thatpoint, the one we feared so, to get to St. Michaels. How-ever, the weather cleared up, Lepage got on shore, and wetook our beds up around the stove and dried them out.This was the best camp ground that we ever had. Therewere but few mosquitoes and we could enjoy a good rest.Some Indians came along and told us that St. Michaelswas nine miles over there—pointing across the isthmus. We were well pleased now, and after two days rest andfine weather, we embarked again, for we found that St.Michaels was thirty miles away. We had a good currentwith us, setting us around the dreaded Cape. We couldhear the steamboats whistle quite plainly, and the windbeing fair, we soon came up on St. Michaels. We saw theships laying off in the harbor, next a point of land and alittle island on the end of it, and behind this point was St.Michaels. I found that the island we had stopped on was Stewart
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WE EMBARK ON OUR LONG JOURNEY. 241 Island. Before us was the gap between the point and lit-tle island, and for this gap we steered. We found a reefof rocks across it, barring our way, but there was a placewhere we could push through, and we were soon aroundthe corner and in St. Michaels, where we pitched our tenton the sand beach. This was the fourth of July and I wasas happy as a schoolboy, to know that my boating wasover. There were plenty of Klondikers boats on thebeach with no owners—they having either got a passageor gone up to Cape Nome. In fact, the first thing I heard was, Go up to CapeNome; they have struck it up there. The N. A. F. com-pany was reaping a harvest, canying more victims upthere. All inducements were held out to excite peoplewho had come down the river to get the last dollar theyhad to go up there. I knew better than to think of going,feeling sure it was only a boom. You could get ten dol-lars a day, we were told, and perhaps you could when yougot a job; but w

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