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After Cudahy and Forty Mile, came Dawson, and we steamed up to the city's dock in the morning fog, and were met by the usual multitude of people, I having been seventeen days out from Golovin Bay. There, among others, waited my brother and his little son, and my joy at meeting them was great.
Here it could also see across the river to the finish at Fort Cudahy, where the Gold Recorder nervously awaited. Joy Molineau had taken her position several rods back from the trail, and under the circumstances, the rest of Forty Mile forbore interposing itself. So the space was clear between her and the slender line of the course.
But, at about eleven o'clock, the men who had been streaming in and out of the house began to disperse, and she and Mrs. Cudahy went into the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee. Susan, sitting at the foot of the table, poured it, and seasoned it carefully. "You are going to be well cared for, Mr. Oliver," said Ernest Rassette, in his careful English. "No such luck!"
"There's a committee going to meet tonight. The old man-that's Carpenter, the boss of the works, will be there, and some of the others." Susan nodded intelligently, but Saturday evening seemed to her a curious time to select for a conference. They walked along in silence, Mrs. Cudahy giving a brief yet kindly greeting to almost every man they met.
He caught by the arm an old man, larger, more grizzled, even more blue of eye than was Susan's new friend, his wife, and presented her to Mr. Cudahy. " -My adopted sister, Clem! Sue, he's about as good as they come!" "Sister, is it?" asked Mrs. Cudahy, "Whin I last heard it was cousin! What do you know about that, Clem?" "Well, that gives you a choice!" said Susan, laughing.
An immense, gray-haired old woman, who had been an interested auditor of this little conversation, got up from the steps of the next house, and came to the fence. Susan liked Ellan Cudahy at first sight, and smiled at her as she explained her quest. "And you're Mr. Oliver's sister, I c'n see that," said Mrs. Cudahy shrewdly. "No, I'm not!" Susan smiled. "My name is Brown. But Mr.
Oliver and Clem and Rassette and Weidermeyer are going to meet t'gether in Mr. Oliver's room at Rassette's house. Ye c'n see them there." "Well, maybe I will," said George, softening, as he left them. "What's the conference about?" asked Susan pleasantly. "What's the don't tell me ye don't know THAT!" Mrs. Cudahy said, eying her shrewdly. "I knew there was a strike " Susan began ashamedly.
Cudahy, whose face had grown dark. "I don't know! I went up to the Hall, but at the first word he says, 'For God's sake, George None of that here! They'll mob the old man if they hear it! They was all crowding about him, so I quit." "Well," said Mrs. Cudahy, considering, "there's to be a conference at six-thirty, but befoor that, Mr.
Susan kissed the baby, and walked with him to the end of the block, and straight through the open door of the Cudahy cottage, and into the kitchen. Here they found Mrs. Cudahy, dashing through preparations for a meal whose lavishness startled Susan. Bottles of milk and bottles of cream stood on the table, Susan fell to stripping ears of corn; there were pop-overs in the oven; Mrs.
I think it specially valuable for the reader to give him the approximate distances to Fort Cudahy, which is below Dawson City via the various routes. This table of distances has been prepared by Mr. James Ogilvie, and I also give a number of his notes which will be of great value to the traveller when making the trip from Juneau to Dawson City. VIA ST. MICHAEL. Miles.
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