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Young Klondike's journey to Juneau, or, guarding a million in gold
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IsS'IUd &mi-Monthly-By Subscription Sl.25 per year. Mntered as SeconiL Class Matter at the New York, N, Y., Post Office, March 15, 1898, by Frank TO'UBey. No.9. NEW YORK, July 6, 1898. Price Cents. A slight sound heard further along the line of the bluff attracted Young Klondike's attention. He turned to look and saw a huge bear walking slowly toward him over the snow. Here was a good shot and a chance for fresh meat into the barga.in. .

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' YOUNG KLONDIKE. Stories of a Gold Seeker. + I ssued S emi-Monthly-By S u b scrip t io n $1.25 per year Entere d as S e c ond Class M atte r at th e N e w Y ork, N Y Post O.tfice, March 1 5 1898. E ntered according t o Act of Cong r ess in the year 1898, in t h e office of t h e'Librarian o f Congress, Was hington, D C., by F rank T ouse y, 29 West Twen t y Si:eth street, New Y ork. 9 N E W YORK, JULY 5 1898. Price 5 Cen ts Young Klondike's Journey to .Juneau; OR, GUARDiNG A MILLLION IN GOLD. BY AUTHOR OF YOUNC KLONDIKE. CHAPTER I. THAT LITTLE RUN-IN AT RINK RAPIDS. "Do you see anything, Edith?" "Kot a thing, Ned." "And yet we ought to see them by this time." "So I should say, if t}1ey haven t given it up and gone ck." ''We shall soon know." "As soon as Dick and the Unknown return." "Which will be when?" 'Ought to be before dark "I'm sure I hope so. It will soon be dark now." "Suppose get back to the camp. We may have trou-in working our way down there after dark." A young 'iD.3.n of nineteen stood at the top of the hill erlooking the famous "Rink Rapids" of Lewis river, one the noted danger spots on the great Klondike trail. By his side was a girl of about his own age and of more an usual beauty. Both were comfortably clad and provided with every pro ption against the terrible winter climate of the new gold llds. Each carried a Winchester rifle, which seemed to icate that they were looking out for trouble, as was in d the case. s they started to descend the hill Edith suddenly sed and.laid her hand upon her companion's arm. "There's a stranger down there, Ned," she exclaimed. S he pointed down to the rapids, where there were great sses of ice piled up with an occasional glimpse of open ter glittering in the last rays of the setting sun. here were dog teams there, six of them, and three men nding guard over great boxes fastened upon from ich the dogs had been unhitched. S ome of the animals were feeding, others were lying d o wn in the snow with their tongues lolling out as though it was a hot day instead of a very cold one Evidently the party had just completed a long run over the frozen bed of the Lewis river They were resting before beginning the next stage of their journey, Ned and Edith having improved the opportunity to ascend the hill and have a look at their surround ings, something very necessary, by the way, for the plan was to continue the journey as soon as the sun was down. Now a winter journey in the dark along the great Juneau trail from Dawson City to the coast of Alaska is a very seri ous thing. By far the gr.eater number of Klondikers that journey oYer this dreaded trail is considered impossible even in the daytime during the cold months Only the boldest are willing to attempt it, for in trying to pass over this trail in winter many have lost their lives. Fierce blizzards, bitter cold and the difficulty of carrying sufficient provisions have too often played dreadful havoc with travelers on the Juneau trail. Besides these dangers there are wild and desperate men to be feared. These are the "toughs" who always infest a newly opened mining region H9w they managed to subsist along the Juneau trail is one of those strange problems which nobody can solve, but there they are and always have been si.1ke the rush to the Klondike first began, and every now and again one hears of some party being attacked by these men. 'rhus, seeing a stranger in their camp, it is not to be won dered that Ned and Edith made all possible hast.e down the bill. A man standing fully six feet in his moccasins, dressed in a big bearskin coat and cap, stood near the boxes l eaning on his rifle, talking to Charley Coons, one of the &Uards PAGE 3 ' 2 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S JOURNEY TO JUNEAU. "Here's the hoss, now," said Charley. "If you've got anything to say you'd better say it to him. I don't know nothing about his business; it's as much as I can do to attend to my own." The Klondikers looked at Ned winking his left eye rap idly. We took the trouble to specify the particular optic, for it would have been impossible for him to have winked his xight eye, for somebody had gouged it out. "Say, be you the boss of this here gold train?" he drawled. "You look pretty tarnation young." "'l'hat's what I'm supposed to be," replied Ned. "What is it you want?" "I want to go to Juneau." "Indeed! Is there any reason why you shouldn't?" 'l1he best of reasons, boss. I hain't got no grub." "''And you'd like some of mine?" "I would." "vYe haven't got any more than we want fo'r ourselves, l:Jut I expect my partner back pretty soon. I'll see what he says." "Thank you. May I ax your name?" "My name's Ned Golden." That so?" Yes." "Then you must be the feller they call Young Klondike?" "Yes." "I've heard tell of you. you was just a poor clerk :ln New York, and now you are a millionaire three or four times over !" "Kot quite that." "Pretty blame near it, if all I hear is true. Your part-ner's name is Dick Luckey?". "'!'hat's right." "Re used to be just a poor clerk, too?" "Yes; there's no disgrace in that, I hope?" "Sure not, boss; I'm only axing for information. You're the firm of Golden & Luckey. You run a big mine up on El Dorado Creek?" "Yes." "And another in Owl Creek?" "Yes." "Others still on Golden Island and thereabouts? Up back of Forty Mile?" "Yes." "Thought I knowed you. Who's this young lady her'l ?" You're asking a great many questions, it seems to me." "Only for information, boss; only for information." "'rhere's no reason why we shouldn't tell him, Ned," laughed Edith, amused by the old fellow's quaint way of speaking. "My name is Edith Welton, if you want to know." "Oh!" said the one-eyed man. "Edith Welton, is it? Anything to a Welton I once knew up at Dawson, I wonder? Re went out to the South African gold diggings a while :.go." "You are speaking of my father." "Oh. indeed! Then you are from San Francisco?" "Yes." "Been up here long?" "She came when I did," interrupted Ned, who was ing impatient under this fire of questions. "Yes, and the steamer I took passage on was wreck my life was saved by my friend here, whom you call Klondike," laughed Edith, "and since then we hav together and we intend to keep together until we Juneau, and I'm one of the partners in Golden & L Now, is there anything else you want to know?" "Sho! What a lot you've told me all to onct," d the one-eyed man. "No, I don't know as I want to anything else. I should say I was about done." "And it's about time you were," growled Charley "Boss, I'm blamed if I'd answer all his questions. nothing but a tramp, anyhow, and he may be worse out!" The last part of Charley Coons' remarks was whi, in Young Klondike's ear, but instead of taking Ned only smiled. "Pshaw! What harm can the poor old wretch do u said. "Get him a bite to eat while I find out his name. But Ned had no chance to find out the name of th eyed stranger just then, any more than Charley Coon to feed him, for at that moment a rifle shot rang out upper end of Rink Rapids. Looking in the direction of the sound, Ned saw a man wearing a pair of big cavalry boots and a tall hat ning toward them. Re was accompanied by a handsome young fell about Young Klondike's own age. Both were looking back a they ran, and all at once flung up their rifles and fired again. "Trouble!" cried Edith. "It's the toughs!" echoed Ned. They seized their rifles and ran to meet t friend The one-eyed stranger ran with them, but Charley and the guards obeyed Young Klondike's peremptory o to remain behind with the teams. Before they had gone a dozen yards they caught sig several men hurrying up the river bank. Some were Alaskan Indians, of the treacherous Co mine tribe, and the others white toughs. Ned knew only too well that they were all a gan thieves together, and that prompt measures had t adopted to drive them back. "Stand your ground, Dick!" he shouted. "Rold on tl Zed." "Take your stand behind them there boulders!" dra the one-eyed stranger. "We'll give 'em rats, we will. willing to fight fer my grub." Several huge boulders were scattered along the shor tween Young Klondike and his friends. Dick Luckey and the little man alluded to as "Unknown" took up their stand behind them, and in a ment Young Klondike, Edith and the one eyed stra were at their sirt.e. "Are those the ones you were watching for?" dema Ned. PAGE 4 YOUNG KLONDIKE' S JOURNEY TO JUNEAU. "That's what they are," answered Dick. "They don't seem disposed to fire?" "No,'' replied the Unknown. "By .the Jumping Jere miah, they came on us suddenly. I'd just given up the watch when they came out upon us. Say, Ned, who's your friend?" _The allusion was to the one-eyed stranger, of course. Again Young Klondike just missed the chance of learn ing the old man's name, for at that moment the toughs opened fire on the boulders. There was a general dodging behind the rocks, and the fire was returned. For the next few minutes the skirmish was a hot one. Then the enemy suddenly turned, ran down upon the ice, and crossing the Lewis river disappeared in the woods on the other side. CHAPTER II. HOW THE ONE EYED MAN WAS LOST IN THE STORM. "They have gone,'' said Edith. "'rhat's what,'' replied Dick. "Probably they didn't expect any such resistance. They are a hard gang, and lots of travelers over the Juneau trail have been robbed and mur dered by them." "I hope to gracious we see no more of them," said Ned, and he was just a bout to turn and thank the one-eyed stran ger for his assistance, when the Unknown suddenly pounced upon the old fellow and seized him by both wrists. "Ha, my man! By the Jumping Jeremiah, my man!" he cried. "Ye gods and little fishes, I've got you at last! Hold on, though! Wrong again! Beg your pardon, neighbor. I see that I've made a mistake Then the Unkn-0wn let go and burst into a loud laugh "Say, what in tarnatioJ;l ails that feller? Is he a lunatic?" the stranger drawled out, looking very much surprised. "Come now, Zed, none of that!" exclaimed Young Klm all there is itbout me." "Made yo1/ pile?" demanded detective "No, lost it," replied Mr. Butters in his dry way. "What you going to do; give it up?" "Ya'as, give it up and go home." "Why don't you try it again?" asked Ned "I wouldn't be in quite such a big hurry to give it up if I were you." "I've given it up already, boss; I'm old and tired I don't think I want to do any more gold digging Ain't like you, whose got a million or more in gold dust and nuggets packed in them there boxes." "Say, who was telling you that fine yarn?" demanded the detective. "Oh, I know." "The deuce you do! There's such a thing as knowing too much sometimes. Look out you don't run against that snag." Ben made no answer, and they all walked back to camp. The next half hour was a busy one. Dinner was served there by the rapids Everybody sat around on the boxes and drank hot coffee and eat ham sandwiches Not :tfiuch of a dinner, perhaps, but all they could expect under the circumstances. Then the dogs were harnessed up again and the train prepared to move. liieanwhile, no more had been seen of the toughs. Young Klondike was willing to hope that they might never meet them again. But this was the second time they had been attacked since leaving Fort Selkirk, so there was no telling. It looked very much as if the gold thieves-for the toughs were none el se-were hovering on their trail and meant to keep it up until their purpose was accomplished This was something very unpleasant to think about. The hint given by the one-eyed man as to the contents of the boxes was pretty clos e to the truth. Whatever JHr. Ben Butters actually knew, it remained a fact that the boxes were filled with gold 'l'hey carried a million and over in nuggets and dust Here was a fortune in itself. It had been dug by Young Klondike and his party, and represented only a small part of his wealth. The truth was, the firm of Golden & Luckey had be come so rich it was a very difficult matter for them to know what to do with all their goid The branch bank of British North America, at Dawson, refused to take charge of any more than they now had. Before the close of the season Young Klondike sent a PAGE 5 YOUNG KLOND!KE'S JOURNEY TO JUNEAU. large amount down the Yukon River to St. : Michaels, from which port it was taken to San Francisco by steamer Fortune having again been good to him, and accumulation of the precious metal collecting on his hands, Ned determined to take it to Juneau himself. This was partly on own account and partly done to help the starving prospectors at Dawson City, Forty Mile, Fort Cudahy and other places in the Klondike country. 'rhousands had rushed to the diggings during the late fall and food was very scarce, and prices away up out of 1;ight. Great suffering had been the result. It was still going on, and there seemed to be no prospect of any substantial reliefJefore spring. \. One day a meeting was held at the mining exchange in Dawson City, and the richer mine owners offered a big bonus to any one who wouid attempt the journey to Juneau by way of the terrible Chilkoot pass to bring back pro visions f:or the starving poor. Two parties were organized and despatched, tb,e expenses b eing paid by the heavy men of Dawson City, and as Young Klondike was one of the heaviest his share was the great est, and yet on top of all that the brave young fe llow sud denl y made the offer to go himself, which was accepted by the committee amid a storm of cheers. 'rhese were the circumstances which sent Young Klon dike off on his journey to Juneau. Every effort had been made to keep it as quiet as pos$ible that a large amount of gold was going over with him, but the effort failed, of course, and before the party left Dawson City everybody knew it. None but a brave man would have dared to undertake the terrible journey under these circumstances without a shong guard. He was a fairly good shot himself, and so was Dick Luckey, while as for Edith she was a perfect expert with the rifle, and all hands, including the Unknown, had been through entirely too many stirring adventures since they came to the Klondike to feel the slightest fear. 'rhe short Arctic day had already closed when, at a little past three o'clock in the afternoon, the dog train filed down upon the ice above Rink Rapids, and started for the "Five Fingers,'' as the group of islands lying a few miles beyond the rapid s is called. Ned and Dick rode on the first sled, Edith and the Un known followed on the next one. Charley Coons and his men drove the other, and on the hindmost, seated upon the box of gold, }).fr. Ben Butters rode. "It looks as though it was going to snow before a great while,'' remarked Dick, as Ned cracked his whip aboYe the dogs and sent the sled spinning over the ice. "That's right I can't see a star, and they were plenty enough a little while ago." "What are you going to do if a storm comes up?" "The best we can, same as we always do." "We may have to go into camp." "Don't mention it. The thought of going into camp on a night like this with the thermometer away down toward 7.ero, and snow to boot, makes one sick." "It ain't a very pleasant prospect, surely." "Oh, it ain't so much on my own account, Dick It's Edith I'm thinking of." "That's the worst. Still, we mustn't borrow trouble. Say, Ned, I'm sorry that fellow Butters is along with us." "So's the Unlmown, and so am I for that matter; but how could it be helped?" "I don't suppose it could, very well. Of course we couldn't turn him adrift." "Certainly not. Did he give any explanation of how he happened to strike us?" "He claims that he started to walk to Juneau and has been making his way along slowly ever since "It seems scarcely possible." "I know it; but when a man is desperate he 'vill attempt almost anything. There's no doubt about the poor fellow being almost starved-you could see that by the way he pitched into the grub." "That's right. He did seem hungry. The Unknown don't trust him for a cent, though." Nor in fact did Ned himself; although he had not srud so, for he could not bear the thought of leaving the poor wretch behind them to starve, and that is what it would have amounted to if they had refused to allow him to accompany the train. The first hour's ride was accomplished without any dif ficulty, and they covered more ground than Ned had dared to hope for. 'rhey were still running along over the ice on Dewis riv er, doing the thirty-seven miles between FiYe Fingers and Big Salmon river, when it began to snow "Hello, there, Young Klondike!" shouted the U nl'llown, urging his dogs pp alongside Ned's; "what do you think of this?" "I don't lik e it, if you want to know," replied Ned; "but we've got to make the best of it, I suppose." "We want to put it through to t:l).e r e lay house as fast as possible, and tie up there for the night." "We've got to." "If we don't we stand a good chance of lost in the snow, and I needn't tell you that's no fun." "Settled! 'rhe relay house it is,'' replied Ned, and he snapped his whip and was off again in advance of the Un known, whose dogs, being more heavily loaded, made slower time. From that on the storm seemed to steadily increase until at five o'clock the snow was so thick and so deep that it had become almost impossibl e for the dogs to proceed. Matters were getting very serious. The poor brutes could no longer draw the sleds at a faster rate than a slow walk, sinking up to their middles at every step. "What's to be done? We can go no furthe r," Youn g Klondike said to Dick after a long silence. "I'll be hanged if haven't got about to the end of our > rope." "It looks like it. Hello there, Zed! What are we going to do?" "Don't ask me. 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8 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S JOURNEY TO JUNEAU. "Great heavens! What's that?" cried Ned. "Who can those people be?" "A phantom sleigh!" exclaimed Dick. "I'd rather it would be a phantom sled than a real qne up here, Dick. We don't want any visitors at the hut. Re member the millions in gold." "Look! Look!" cried Edith. "They are driving right -0ver the edge of the bluff. Are they mad?" It was very startling. Almost enough to make one think that if such a thing as a phantom sled was possible, Dick might be right. All at once the driver turned his dogs toward the edge of the bluff. Over they went, draggihg the sled after theni. It seemed to rise almost to the perpendicular as it went ()Ver the edge, but the silent forms seated upon it never moved. It all happened in a moment, and then the bluff was de serted, and the aurora flashed down only upon Young Klon dike and his friends. CHAPTER IV. THE LOSS OF THE. GOLD. For a moment Ned, Dick and Edith just stood there looking at each other without uttering a word. "Amazing!" cried Edith, breaking the silence at last. "Ned, what does it mean?" "'T'hat we've got to hustle!;' cried Ned. "There's going to he trouble down at the hut." "Let's get over there," said Dick. "If they can get the sled down we can go, too." "I'm not so sure." "But I am, though. Don't you fret. We can make it. There's no more of any consequence here and we can cover the ground in five minutes." It seemed plausible enough, but Young Klondike never made a greater mistake. They all startei!. off on the run for the place where the sled had been seen, but when they reached it they saw :plainly enough that they were not going to be able to get down. 'l'he snow o-yerhung the rocks here to such an extent that fhere was absolutely no footing. Yet there were the tracks. The sled had gone right over into the drift. "It beats everything," said Dick. "They went down there, but I'll be blest if I feel 1ike trying it." "It ain't safe to try it," replied Ned. "If we had snow shoes we might think of it, but even then it would be a risk." 1 They stood there for a moment looking at each other, and then all seemed to realize that the only thing to do was to go down by the way they had come up. Off they started on a run, and had almost reached the -place, when suddenly a shot rang out below the bluff. "Heavens! They are at it!" cried Ned. "It's an attack
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YOUNG KLONDIKE'S JOURNEY TO JUNEAU. 21 Torture by :fire is one of their favorite methods of dis fOsing of white prisoners. Unlike their brethren in the United States, they do not scalp their white prisoners; they burn them at the stake. "Don't say a word, Dick," Ned breathed in his compan ion's ear, so quietly that Edith, who sat at some little di:.; tance from them, did not hear. Dick took the hint and held his tongue. Ned then told the story of his capture. Dick's story had already been told. The Indians had pounced upon them suddenly, as they were moving down among the :fir trees. Dick's theory was that they must have been hiding among the trees, for he and Edith found themselves sur rounded before they knew it. They did not have time to :fire even one shot. "Seems to me the Unknown might have stood by you better," said Dick, as they sat there talking. "It ain't a bit like him to cut and run the way he did." "I don't blame him," replied Ned "He saw his chance to escape and he took it. For my part I'm glad he got off. I-fe couldn't have helped me any, and I'm sure he can do us all more good as it is than if he had stayed." The short !Season of daylight passed rapidly and darkness found Young Klondike and his friends still prisoners in the tepee. It was awful to sit there on the snow in the cold. Yet fortunately it was warm for Alaska, the thermometer sf anding at a little above zero. 'rhey were dressed for this sort of weather and were able lo endure it. If the cold had been some :fifty degrees below, as it often was, they would have perished where they sat. All this time there seemed to be great excitement going on in the Indian village. The smell of roasting meat was very much in evidence r 11 the afternoon. The bucks were coming and going, the children shouted and the women screamed shrilly to each th er, the dogs keeping up an incessant barking, of course. All this puzzled Ned greatly. He could not make hea
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