7 August 1913 – Half way house

Harvey left this morning riding a pack saddle with pack train.  Tom Perry after he and the others had chased around field for a couple of hours caught John Dary and he too went for home.  Gay, Stew and myself took a trolly ride across the river at Wells place. I met Mr. Wells. He was with Harold Hartman and Engineer Thompson, practically all the property on both sides of the river up to Government reserve starts at mouth of Pratt river. Tom Perry came back after finding John his horse was lame. Later he and Stewart left on other horses for the Bend late in afternoon. We sat around by fire in front of house and laughed at the crazy antics of the fellows from Issaquah. One that was the funniest was called Soapy. They named him Soapy because in running his confectionary store he always was getting schemes to get the nickels from the kids. His name is Armand Lake or something like that and he knows Charlie Robinson and Tom Grisscol very well –

Bed 11:30

10 July 1913 – Fairbanks

Arose 10:30. Had good breakfast at Arcade for 75¢. Ham and eggs. Walked around town. Dinner. Went to reception. Walked with Hartman to Farm operated privately and making money. Pigs, chickens, geese, everything. Then bumed around town until boat left at 9P.M. Large crowd —– to see us depart and we sang our usual collection solos. “In the shade of the Old Apple Tree” and others. But made a great hit. Turned in 10:30.

Related links: Arcade Cafe, Fairbanks, at Alaska’s Digital Archives

Three versions of “In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree”:

4 July 1913 – Dawson

Woke up at 8:00. Had breakfast at —–. Then all went on the observation cars up the Klondike Creek then on to Bonanza Creek up to junction at Eldorado Claims. We saw the places where the miners got the gold in the rush days, and crude ways, which is now being taken out by large dredges, run by electricity. There were about seven of these dredges. 2 of them the largest in the world, run by Mr. J. W. Boyle whom I had the pleasure of meeting and his son who has the ——– up here that was fitted for racing down in Seattle. They use the dredges down in the creeks of course floating in the water, while  — on the hills that have any gold in them they use Hydrolic streams. After dinner P. Perry, Mr. Webb, a bright young fellow working for Boyle and Harold Hartman and myself walked up steep to where the British Hay pole stands, the view was great, looking all over Dawson, Yukon, Klondike, Bonanza. The exercise was what we needed and I was corked completely at top. Dance in evening but I only sat around. Bed 12:00.