anaheim-gazette 1899-08-31

Anaheim VOLUME XXIX. Dr. A. W. Bickford OFFICE OPPOSITE POSTOFFICE. Telephone Central. Residence near Christian Church. Telephone 671. ANAHEIM, CAL. G. S. EDDY, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. OFFICE—First door East of Boston Bakery. Residence—The Wilte residence on Center St., opposite Catholic Church. CALLS ANSWERED AT ALL HOURS. ANAHEIM CAL. HERBERT JOHNSTON, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office and Residence: Los Angeles St., 3 doors south of Boyd's store. Telephone 656.... 9 a.m. to 10 a.m. 8:30 p.m. to 5 p.m. 7 p.m. to 8 p.m., evenings. I. L. Menges, DENTIST. Metz Building, Anaheim. feb24 DR. F. H. HOUCK DENTIST. OFFICE NEXT DOOR to P. O. (Federman Block, up stairs.) HOURS 9 to 5 ANAHEIM CAL. S. G. WILSON, M. D. PYNE MUSIC CO, Pianos, Organs and Musical Instruments, Cor. Main and Fifth Sts., Santa Ana. Strings, Sheet Music, Latest Songs, Music Books, Banjos, Guitars, Mandolins, Violins and Musical Merchandise. Pianos for rent. Piano tuning. Agents for over twenty different makes. Guarantee to undersell Los Angeles prices from $25 to $50 on every piano. Instruments sold on easy payments. Old instruments taken in exchange. Mail orders receive prompt attention. ANAHEIM BREWERY Pure Lager Beer DENTIST. Metz Building, Anaheim. feb24 DR. F. H. HOUCK DENTIST. OFFICE NEXT DOOR to P. O. (Federman Block, up stairs.) HOURS 9 to 5. ANAHEIM CAL. jy15tf S. G. WILSON, M. D. Office and Residence; Over H. A. Dickel's Store. CENTER ST., ANAHEIM. Sutch & Deering. UNDERTAKING PARLORS. 506 South Broadway, Los Angeles. Paul A. Derge. Graduate in Pharmacy. DRUGS, MEDICINES, Perfumes and Toilet Articles. BEST 5-CENT CIGAR IN TOWN MEDICAL HALL, KOLL BLOCK. PUBLIC TELEPHONE OFFICE. RICHARD MELROSE ATTORNEY-AT-LAW And Notary Public. Special attention given to Probate Matters. —Center Street, Anaheim— Z. B. WEST. E. T. LANGLEY. West & Langley, Attorneys at Law. No. 113 West Fourth street, Santa Ana. Rooms 1, 2 and 3. Will practice in all States and Federal courts. F.Jungbluth MERCHANT TAILOR. A fine line of samples of Spring and Summer goods just received. Perfect fit guaranteed. Clothes cleaned and repaired to the satisfaction of patrons. Having acquired the business of the late F. Crist, I take this means of informing my friends and the public generally that I will continue the business at the old stand. A share of the public patronage is solicited. L. GUNTHER. PIONEER BOOT AND SHOE MAKER. Corner Adele and Los Angeles Sts. L. NEMETZ, Carriage Painting & Trimming New Buggies for Sale. Shop on Center St., near Opera-chandise. piano. Instruments sold on easy payments. Old instruments taken in exchange. Mail orders receive prompt attention. ANAHEIM BREWERY Pure Lager Beer Made from Pure Malt, For Sale by the Bottle or by the Keg. PURE CRYSTAL ICE DELIVERED TO ANY PART OF THE CITY AT ONE CENT PER POUND. The Patronage of the Public is Solicited. F. CONRAD, - Proprietor GRAY BROTHERS & WARD Cement Contractors Shillinger Patent. Contracts for RESERVOIRS, IRRIGATION DITCHES, Cellar and Stable Floors, Sidewalks Etc. OFFICES—No. 125 N. Broadway, Los Angeles Cal. Telephone—286. No. 816 Montgomery St., San Francisco, Cal. ONLY FIRST-CLASS RESTAURANT! —IN TOWN— In Connection with Boston Bakery. S. KISTLER, PROPRIETOR. A. FREISE, KEEPS THE FINEST OF... Wines, Liquors And Cigars. LOS ANGELES BEER ON DRAUGHT. The Weekly Gazette. Established 1870. SUBSCRIPTION, - $1 50 Per Year. Six months....$1 00 Three months....75 Payable invariably in advance. Transient advertising rates, $1 per inch per month. The GAZETTE is issued every Thursday morning. Entered at the Anaheim Postoffice as second-class matter. Items of news and correspondence on all live subjects are solicited by the editor. RAILWAY TIME TABLE. Time of Arrival and Departure of Trains. SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD. Trains on the Southern Pacific pass Anaheim as follows: To Los Angeles.....7:54 am Daily.....9:45 am Daily.....4:25 pm Daily.....6:01 pm Train leaving Anaheim at 9:45 am connects at Miradores for Tustin, except Sunday. Daily connections at Studdebaker for Whittler. LOS ALAMITOS TRAINS. Leave for— 9:48 a.m. Sugar Factory 7:52 a.m. 6:02 p.m. In effect Nov. 1st, 1898. Street cars connect with all trains. Alamitos trains do not run on Sundays. NEWPORT BEACH RAILWAY. Daily Schedule. Leave Anaheim. Arrive Anaheim. L. GUNTHER. PIONEER BOOT AND SHOE MAKER. Corner Adele and Los Angeles Sts. L. NEMETZ, Carriage Painting & Trimming New Buggies for Sale. Shop on Center St., near Opera-house, Anaheim. LITTLE GEM BARBER SHOP Frank Dyer, Prop. First-Class Tonsorial Artists. Shop 1 door east of McCollum's cyclery. We keep constantly on hand the best of Hair Restorer, Dandruff Cures, and other articles found in a well-appointed barber shops. A share of the public patronage solicited GO TO THE Oak Barber Shop FOR A FIRST-CLASS SHAVE OR HAIR CUT. TWO DOORS 77EST OF BANK. HUSMANN BROS. JOSEPH BACKS, Undertaker and Embalmer DEALER IN Furniture and Bedding Repairing Done. jel5 FRED PRESSEL Blacksmithing and Wagon-Making HORSE-SHOEING A SPECIALTY. Shop on Center street opposite Metropolitan Block. jel5 City Stables, L. F. Lewis, Proprietor. Center St, opp. Kroeger Block Single and double teams S. KISTLER, PROPRIETOR. A. FREISE, ...KEeps The FINEST Of... Wines, Liquors And Cigars. LOS ANGELES BEER ON DRAUGHT. Koll Block, Los Angeles Street. J.M.Griffith Company A CORPORATION LUMBER DEALERS Neer Railroad Depot, Anaheim, keep constantly on hand Doors, Blinds, Windows, Mouldings, Posts, Shakes, Shingles, Lath, Hair Plaster of Paris. Anaheim Grist Mills operating on Wednesdays and Saturdays of each week. Grain feed, meal, etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped. W. T. BROWN, Agent. N. HART'S PLACE SCHLITZ MILWAUKEE BEER ON DRAUGHT. ...DEALER IN... FINE LIQUORS! AND.... Choice Wines FOR MEDICINAL PURPOSES, Fine Domestic and Imported Cigars. F. BACKS, UNDERTAKER And Dealer in FURNITURE. Wall Paper, Cornices, Window Shades, Picture Frames, Upholstery Goods, Paints, Oils and Glass Sewing Machine Supplies, Etc. Cor. Los Angeles & Chartres Sts. Time of Arrival and Departure of Trains. SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILROAD. Trains on the Southern Pacific pass Anaheim as follows: To Los Angeles. Daily.....7:54 am Dally.....9:45 am Dally.....4:25 pm Daily.....6:01 pm Train leaving Anaheim at 9:45 a.m. connects at Miranfores for Tustin, except Sunday. Daily connections at Studebaker for Whittler. LOS ALAMITOS TRAINS. Leave for— 9:48 a.m. Sugar Factory 6:02 p.m. In effect Nov. 1st, 1898. Street cars connect with all trains. Alamitos trains do not run on Sundays. NEWPORT BEACH RAILWAY. Daily Schedule. Leave Anaheim. 9:45 a.m. 7:54 a.m. 6:01 p.m. 4:25 p.m. All trains connect at Santa Ana with Newport trains. Sundays only. Leave Anaheim. 9:45 a.m. 7:54 a.m. 6:01 p.m. 4:25 p.m. The last train is a through train to and from Newport. SANTA FE ROUTE. Local time table. In effect Sunday, June 4. Trains on the Santa Fe route leave Anaheim as follows for points named: Los Angeles—7:55 am; 10:15 am; 5:05 pm. Pasadena, Azusa, Redondo, San Bernardino—7:56 am; 10:15 am; 5:06 pm. To Pasadena Sunday only. San Bernardino and Riverside (via Orange)—9:56 am; 5:54 pm. San Diego—9:55 am; *2:50 pm. Santa Ana—9:55 am; 2:50 pm; 5:54 pm. Redlands—9:55 am. San Jacinto, Elsinore, Perris, Temecula—*9:55 am. Escondido *2:50 pm. Fallbrook *9:55 am. Chicago, Denver, St. Louis, Kansas City and all points East—7:55 am; Trains marked with a * are daily except Sunday. All others dally. It will do it, SURE! 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Or along the hills of early morning you may hear a "cloi-cloi-cloI" as silvery as ever fell from feathered throat, or it may swell at evening along the hillsides where the mimulus pours its fountain of gold from the old dark rocks, or from the beds of fern around the little meadow where the iris blows. With gentle feet pattering over the ground you may see a new quail steal softly out of sight, or he may turn to look at you with a swelling breast mottled with black and white and broadly banded vest of cinnamon. And another may hop upon a stone beside him for a better view, and then the broad slate-colored back of another comes into sight from under a fallen log, while more go rustling over the carpet of dead leaves, beneath the golden-leafed live oak. They may seem very tame, yet through all their simplicity runs a strong undertone of caution, which asserts itself so steadily that before you know it a dozen or fifteen graceful birds, nearly twice the size of the valley quail, have taken a close inspection of you and vanished as softly as a shadow, with the coming of night. They act as if they would like to trust you if the cowardly little legs were not so weak. Yet all the time they allow the Coast range that are more accessible. Good trout fishing is also found in every stream, depending only on the size of it. If you want to leave all sight or sound of man behind for several weeks fit out a pack train at Grant's pass or Glendale and go up the west fork of Cow creek, a branch of the Umpqua. You will find some "man sign" for two or three days, growing gradually thinner until you make the divide of the Coquille, when you can have the world to yourself as long as you wish it. I believe that with a good dog one could bag a hundred mountain quail a day there in hundreds of places. But here as well as elsewhere he has developed in the highest degree the old trick of running, and it is not likely that you will find any place where his little legs have forgotten their cunning. Though not quite as swift of foot as the quail of Arizona the mountain quail knows far better where to run to and generally inhabits ground on which he can utilize his knowledge to the best advantage. There is no finer judge of uphill and if you are loaded with heavy boots, English leggings and other fashionable sudorifics to help you enjoy a hot day he will give you the fastest opportunity to get your money's worth of bliss out of them. He seems to know that you boast a gun that will clear the brush and bag the game with the same charge—a gun very needful with this bird—and he seems to have quite as much curiosity as you have to see how it will work. No other bird so tempts Providence and no other is so well able to do so. He lingers just enough to lead you on and runs just enough to induce the tenderfoot to shoot at him on the ground and see the shot tear up the dry dirt on the spot he has just vacated. He flies just enough in the open to make the ordinary shot believe he can get him and then dodges around some dense brush just quickly enough to teach him he cannot. And he deceives the best brush shot with the idea that he is going to lie close enough for a nice snap shot in the thickest part of the brush, when in fact he is running PERILS OF THE KLONDIKE Loring Gates Writes of the Loss of His Outfit by the Wrecking of His Boat in the McMillan River. Loring Gates writes to his father, F. A. Gates of Clair, the following account of the perils that have beset his path in the Klondike, culminating in the wrecking of his boat and the loss of his entire supply of provisions and clothing: FORT SELKIRK, June 16, 1899. Dear Father and Sister:—I am now in Fort Selkirk, to my own surprise, and probably yours, but a man in this country knows not what to expect on the morrow. I have lots to tell you, but am at a loss to know where to begin. I will first say that I received four letters from you when I reached here, which was on Tuesday evening last, and cannot express how pleased I was to hear from you, for I have not received one single letter since leaving Dyea some fifteen months ago. The last letter was dated March 5, 1899. We hear that times are improving in the United States, especially in the Eastern States. Summer has fairly set in. Boats are beginning to go up and down the river. A few small boats have also arrived from the outside, but no such rush as last year, and we don't expect it either. Several steamboats have been wrecked in Thirty-mile river, the water being so very low at that point. They say seven new steamboats have been built this last winter for the river trade; the rates are very high as yet, but people expect they will be much lower before long. Lots of people are going out from this point as soon as possible; some have gone below to Dawson, but that is a poor place to go. Summer has fairly set in. Boats are beginning to go up and down the river. A few small boats have also arrived from the outside, but no such rush as last year, and we don't expect it either. Several steamboats have been wrecked in Thirty-mile river, the water being so very low at that point. They say seven new steamboats have been built this last winter for the river trade; the rates are very high as yet, but people expect they will be much lower before long. Lots of people are going out from this point as soon as possible; some have gone below to Dawson, but that is a poor place to go no work and a town full of bad characters. Nothing of much importance has been struck that we heard of this last year. We hear Atland is a failure also Thistle Creek, and the strike at the mouth of the Yukon not paying very well, but lots of people are going that way. From 5 to 40 cents per par is the best reported so far, but our course we do not hear as much about these strikes as you do. People here look upon them more as steamboats. A strike up Grailing Creek which empties into the Pelly river some 40 or 50 miles from the mouth was reported last winter, but it was fake of the worst kind. The Canadian soldiers are still here some 150 in number. They are quarters at this place, but are not certain that they are to stay all summer. If they do go away this place will become a dead letter, unless something is covered up the Pelly or McMillan rivers. Provisions are still high at this place—flour $12 per 100 pounds, sugar 35 cents per pound, fruit 2 cents, bacon 25 cents, rice 20 cents, beans 20 cents, etc. We buy most of our provisions of the soldiers, for the sell below any of the stores. They have a surplus, so are allowed to sell their outsiders. I shall now try my best to give you some idea of what I have done and gone through since last I wrote to you which was last February. I left the cabin, six miles below the mouth of the McMillan, on the Pell River, on the 8th of last March, in part of Spenceely Shepherd and Wyn Butterfield. We had sufficient supplies to last us until fall, providing game plentiful. Our destination was the third tributary on the north fork of the McMillan river. We sledded up the river on the snow, not the ice as you may imagine, because the ice is cooled from one to three feet with loosely flaky snow, which is very hard travel in. A trail has to be broken before you can haul your goods over. To break a trail we have to go over first with our snowshoes and pack down, then let the cold freeze it overnight. Next morning you can take your sled over it, providing you with snowshoes to pull with, so as not to break through the crust. In going up river this winter we made a number of portages, so as to off a few of the very large bends that are on the McMillan river. On portage of ten miles we made, cut about thirty. We traveled until 23rd of April, making about 125 miles up from the mouth of the McMillan. Up to this time we had killed days hunting for moose, but the moose is no easy game to kill, being an amalgam of keen scent, quick eye and life of foot. He can travel at a tremendous rate through three feet of snow, on the country so densely foliated it is a hard matter to kill him. In going up river this winter made a number of portages, so as to off a few of the very large bends that are on the McMillan river. Our portage of ten miles we made, cut it about thirty. We traveled until 23rd of April, making about 125 miles up from the mouth of the McMillan. Up to this time we had killed a game of any size. We spent several days hunting for moose, but the moose is no easy game to kill, being an mal of keen scent, quick eye and fine of foot. He can travel at a tremendous rate through three feet of snow, and on the country so densely foliaged that it is a hard matter to kill him. Spencey, myself, and a couple you men from a party of four, also travelled up river, started on a hunt over to big lake, called Moose lake by the dians, on Wednesday, May 10th. I about 30 miles from camp, and traveled for three days through snug up to our knees. We could not wipe snowshoes because the snow is getting soft, the weather being much milder but still it gets below zero at night and then thaws in the daytime. We reached the lake on the third day out, and killed a moose on the following day. We stayed in camp Sunday but Monday morning I got up at o'clock, took my rifle and killed moose, returning to camp before other boys had eaten breakfast. The moose I killed stood as high as an ornary horse, weighing about 800 pounds on foot, but would have weighed 10 pounds had it been fat. They are quite poor at this time of the year; they feed exclusively on small trout such as willows, rat-tail alders, etc. Smoked and dried the meat, and made a cache and cached what we could carry back to camp. We were two hours returning home. Most of the snow had disappeared by this time, making it easier traveling, so we read camp on the 21st of May. Mr. Butterfield, our partner, made up his mind not to go up river but to return and look after some business he had at Selkirk. We built a boat to return, and we went in Jackson's party, making six of us the party, and used the boat they just built to go up river in. Started the McMillan in the boat on the 24th May, the river having broken up clear of ice on the 14th inst. The water began to rise fast by that time. Mr. Up river 10 miles and made porpoise over to big lake after balance of meat. Reached boat again on 21st with meat after a hard three o'clock tramp through swamps, streams, meadows and brush. Moved on up next day; traveled until the 3d of June were wrecked at 11 o'clock and everything we had in the boat in the way of provisions, except one small box that we saved; also three barns. When You Ride Your Wheel Always shake into your shoes Allen's Foot Ease, a powder for the feet. It keeps your feet cool, prevents sweating feet, and makes your endurance ten-fold greater. Over one million wheel people are using Allen's Foot Ease. They all praise it. It gives rest and comfort to smarting, hot, swollen, aching feet and is a certain cure for ingrowing nails. At all druggists and shoe stores, 25c Sample free by mail. Address, Allen S. Olmsted, Le Roy, N.Y. A UNITED DEMAND. The West Should Present a Solid Front — The Only Way Recognition Can be Secured From the East. Every great project of any age and in any country has always been attained through united effort. "In union there is strength!" "United we stand, divided we fall!" These mottoes are peculiarly applicable to the present conditions in the West. For many years the whole Western country has been trying to get irrigation through one method and another. That the methods employed have not been as entirely satisfactory as the benefits which arise from irrigation would suggest is shown not only by the fact that over 70,000,000 acres of productive land subject to irrigation development are yet arid, but by the evident reluctance of capital to enter this field. After much wrangling and cross-fire fighting during the past ten years, the leading men, newspapers, congresses, commercial and organized bodies in the West have "gotten together" on an irrigation policy. Granting that the West is a unit in favor of irrigation, and a unit in favor of a definite irrigation policy, there is yet the opposition of the entire East to overcome, so that the absolute necessity for unity of action and demand is evident. The policy referred to is that storage reservoirs should be built by the national government under the River and Harbor appropriations, as recommended by the Engineer Corps, and that the public grazing lands should be leased, but without cession of the title to the States, and the rentals devoted to irrigation development. Heretofore the West has been unable to secure any one would say it was the common qualification of the country. Although it may not be found out in the open valleys and fields as much as the valley quail it will be found in the thickets and brush adjoining, and it is not uncommon to meet it along the very edge of the brush and often in the roads along the bases of the hills where they run into the valley lands. I found it much more plenty in the Coast range than in the Cascades. During a trip of some three weeks in Rogue river mountains in southwestern Oregon I found it on all kinds of ground and in far greater numbers than I have ever seen or heard of it elsewhere. On the map of Oregon you will notice a large tract unsurveyed in the south-west corner. When you attempt to go through it you will quickly discover why it is still unsurveyed. But if you want to find the mountain quail in abundance there is the place of all places. There is nothing dangerous about the trip. You will need horses that are not afraid of windfalls, and you will be bothered in places to find feed enough to stay long on account of the density of the timber preventing the growth of grass. High up on the ridges, where the valleys below were darkly blue with depth, as you look down upon the solid mass of trees you find this bird around the little springs and bogs that lie near the tops. And down in the valley where you can look out only upon the sky, where some stream separates the timber enough you will still find him at home. The best places, however, are where there is some little open valley of a few acres or a winding glade running away from some brook. There where there is grass and berries you can hardly fail to have some good shooting, if you know how to manage the game. In some places I saw as many thirty flocks on about ten acres, reminding one of the palmy days of the valley quail in California. In other places half a dozen flocks in sight at once was a common thing, while in hunting elk to start a dozen bevies in a five hours' walk was quite common. In many parts I am satisfied, says T.S. Van Dyke in the Chronicle, that with a good dog I could start fifty flocks in a day. On much of this ground there is considerable grass, and where that is wanting there are enough lupins and wild peas with the ever present salal to make cover enough to keep the birds lying quite well. The ground is not at all hard to hunt on when you are once in there. But it is so wild and remote from all settlements that considerable time is lost in getting in. But one who wants to find a wild and untraveled country containing yet a few elk with untold numbers of deer, bears in plenty and grouse and quail without limit should take this trip. And if he has a good dog and understands this quail himself the quail shooting will be in many places the most attractive part of the whole. No doubt as good shooting may be had in other parts of the country. Continued on Fourth page. OF THE KLONDIKE Writes of the Loss of His the Wrecking of His Boat the McMillan River. States writes to his father, F. of Clair, the following accoperils that have beset his the Klondike, culminating in giving of his boat and the loss supply of provisions and SELKIRK, June 16, 1899. Father and Sister:—I am now Selkirk, to my own surprise, only yours, but a man in this country not what to expect on day. I have lots to tell you, loss to know where to be first say that I received from you when I reached on was on Tuesday evening cannot express how pleased I fear from you, for I have not the single letter since leaving fifteen months ago. The was dated March 5, 1899. That times are improving United States, especially in the States. has fairly set in. Boats are to go up and down the new small boats have also arnounced the outside, but no such year, and we don't expect Several steamboats have worked in Thirty-mile river, the so very low at that point. seven new steamboats have this last winter for the river rates are very high as yet, expect they will be much long. Lots of people are from this point as soon as some have gone below to that is a poor place to go; clothes. Everything else was lost, and we were left 225 miles from Fort Selkirk without one bit to eat; no boat, no tools, except one hatchet, and not a living soul we could call upon for food. The outlook was rather blue; at least, we six thought so. I will now tell more definite how it all happened. It took four of us to manage the boat, it being too small for six of us to row (and rowing is the only way you can get up the river at this point during high water), so two of us took turns walking on shore. Just before we were wrecked we heard one of the boys on shore shoot 11 times, and knew he must be shooting at a moose. So we said we would try and get up above a couple or three large piles of driftwood just ahead and wait for the boys to come down; and if they had killed anything to camp there over night. We worked hard at the oars to get up a swift piece of water that came down between two large piles of driftwood. We got through all O. K., and were rowing up along the shore, when in trying to go around a tree that stuck out into the water the current caught us and turned our boat sideways with the current. The boat was caught onto a couple of snags that stuck up out of the water. The boat hurried for a few moments, then slid off, but, more we could turn it up stream we went sideways onto a small pile of driftwood just below us, and the boat was turned over and sucked under the drift pile in an instant. The boys crawled out onto the drift pile just in time to save their lives. After a couple of hours' work we managed to get the boat free from under the drift pile—that is, what was left of her, which were three parts. We saved three small bags of clothes, one box and all the rope, some 150 feet, which was of great value to us, as you will see. The drift pile that we were on was on an island, so there we had to stay in the cold wind, most of us wet through, for nine long hours on nothing to eat. In the afternoon the two boys that were left on shore for the day put in their appearance and were greatly surprised at the spectacle they saw. There we sat on the drift pile, water rushing all flour and moose meat, which the party of the Pelley had given us. So as soon as we got to Selkirk we all went direct to the Colonel at the barracks and applied for something to eat. The Colonel came to the door, and one of our party stated our case and what we wanted. The Colonel said he could do nothing for us; that we would have to go to the police; they attended to that kind of business. So we went to the police and applied for something to eat for a couple of days; until we could get straightened around and get help from some other quarter. The police first said they could do nothing for us; then our spokesman got a little warmed up and told them we wanted food and wanted it badly, and it was their business to get it for us; we had spent lots of money opening up the country, etc., and now just because we had had a little bad luck we were to be used worse than dogs. After a little they opened up their hearts, giving us a few pounds of bacon, a couple messes of beans and a little tea. By this time our arrival in town became known, and we had plenty of cooked food and blankets brought to us, for we all have friends in town, and in no place are people so generous as in a mining camp. We knew we could get all the assistance we required from the people in Selkirk, but we wanted to see if we could get assistance from the officials of the country. But if a man had to depend upon them to keep soul and body together, I am afraid he would not be long for this world. The next day we brought our raft down to the store and traded it for 1 sack of flour and $12 50 in cash. Another party donated us 1 sack of flour and about 25 pounds of bacon. Others gave us dried beef, beans, etc. We have had all we wanted to eat and lots more to spare. We have also taken a job cutting wood, 100 cords to begin with, and will clear easily $5 per day each, above expenses; so we are not so very bad off. We all think everything is for the best, and expect to stay and work here all summer unless something better turns up. I have written you quite a long of much importance has kicked that we heard of this last hear Atland is a failure; Little Creek, and the strike at of the Yukon not paying but lots of people are going out that is a poor place to go; and a town full of bad situations. From 5 to 40 cents per pan most reported so far, but of do not hear as much about skies as you do. People here then more as steamboat A strike up Grailing Creek, applies into the Pelly river, for 50 miles from the mouth, started last winter, but it was a worst kind. Canadian soldiers are still here, in number. They are quartered pace, but are not certain that to stay all summer. If they may this place will become a bear, unless something is disup the Pelly or McMillan Provisions are still high at flour $12 per 100 pounds, 60 cents per pound, fruit 25 bacon 25 cents, rice 20 cents, cents, etc. We buy most of missions of the soldiers, for they know any of the stores. They surplus, so are allowed to sell to Now try my best to give you a look at what I have done and gone since last I wrote to you, as last February. The cabin, six miles below the the McMillan, on the Pelley the 8th of last March, in comSpencely Shepherd and Wm. field. We had sufficient supplies until fall, providing game was Our destination was the buttery on the north fork of the on river. We sledded up the engine, because the ice is covone to three feet with loose, now, which is very hard to A trail has to be broken you can haul your goods over it. A trail we have to go over it with our snowshoes and pack it when let the cold freeze it over. Next morning you can take and over it, providing you use to pull with, so as not to through the crust. Up river this winter we number of portages, so as to cut of the very large bends that the McMillan river. One of ten miles we made, cut off thirty. We traveled until the April, making about 125 miles on the mouth of the McMillan. So this time we had killed no any size. We spent several renting for moose, but the moose may game to kill, being an anikeen scent, quick eye and fleet. He can travel at a tremendous rough three feet of snow, and country so densely foliaged that hard matter to kill him. The boys crawled out onto the drift pile just in time to save their lives. After a couple of hours' work we managed to get the boat free from under the drift pile—that is, what was left of her, which were three parts. We saved three small bags of clothes, one box and all the rope, some 150 feet, which was of great value to us, as you will see. The drift pile that we were on was in an island, so there we had to stay in the cold wind, most of us wet through, for nine long hours on nothing to eat. In the afternoon the two boys that were left on shore for the day put in their appearance and were greatly surprised at the spectacle they saw. There we sat on the drift pile, water rushing all around us. We had no hats or coats on, having lost them when the boat went over. We soon dropped a log off the drift pile with the rope we had attached to it. It floated down and was caught below by the boys on shore, who built a raft, and we hauled it over with the rope. All got on the raft with what clothes we had saved and managed to get to shore a half mile below. We went to work and built a good raft with the hatchet which the boys on shore had taken with them that morning. The raft was finished and we set off at 2 o'clock after working all the fore part of the night on it. The boys had taken a lunch with them the day before, but had not eaten it, so we were saving it for lunch, when we would most need it. We glided down the river all right for a couple of hours, saw four moose standing on the bank of the river within easy gunshot, but we had lost two rifles and the ammunition for the third one, which was carried by the boy on shore. He had no cartridges left in his magazine, having shot them all away at a drove of moose the morning of the wreck; so there we were, starving, you might say, and moose plentiful within a few yards of us. But it could not be helped. About 4 o'clock, or a couple of hours after starting, we were again wrecked, the raft having struck a drift pile, which it was impossible to have missed with a raft as we saw afterward, the drift pile being in the shape of a horse-shoe, and the bulk of the water running under it. We were lucky in getting onto the drift pile once more. We then went to work, "snaked" our logs, which the raft was made of, across the drift pile some 200 feet, and rebuilt it in a slough on the farther side of the drift pile. We started on our journey once more, fairly worn out and hungry; but this time we had no lunch to look forward to, for that precious bit of bread and meat, and the little hatchet, was lost when the raft struck. In one of the clothes bags we had found a cartridge belt with 60 rounds of 44-calliber cartridges. These we found would shoot in the rifle we had saved; it is a 40-82 Winchester. So we thought the best plan would be for us to stop, and two of the boys to return from where we had started that morning, and try to kill a moose, as they were so thick in that locality; so back we went. Two of us saw a moose on the run about noon just below us some 200 or 300 yards. I got a shot at him before he got into the woods; wounded him so he left signs of blood, but could not follow his trail, the woods being so thick and the moss so spongy. Went on a little farther and saw apother lying down on the bank of a little lake just out of gun-shot. The moose was looking straight at us when I first spied him. I turned and went back on my tracks and around the lake, and worked up against the wind; but Mr. Moose had made his departure by the time I got around to where he had been lying down. We saw no more moose that day; got a OUR FRUITS IN THE EAST. Fruit Auction System of the Canadian Northeast, and Other Topics of Interest to the Grower. Montreal consumes more fruit than any other city on the American continent of equal population. French people are great consumers of fruit, and the fruit of the vine, and while the French language as spoken in Canada may have undergone deterioration, the French appetite seems to be as true as ever to the characteristics of the race. Hence we find in Montreal a good market for California products, or would find such a market there if our fruits could be put into their hands at prices they can afford to pay. The French residents are not the richest in the province, though nearly all have a moderate earning capacity. If our fruits are beyond their reach they buy that which is cheaper, and if they are not able to buy French wines, they buy sparingly of California wines, and if these are out of their reach they will buy the stuff that is kept at the groceries, of the making of which the grocers themselves can give no possible account. Our representatives in Congress would do well to urge upon international commission the mutual need for a more favorable tariff schedule as to fruits passing from one country to another. Canada grows quite a little fruit, peaches along the lake shores and the finest of apples, and at times she might compete with us sharply in our Eastern markets, while at other times she would, but for the tariff, buy very heavily from us. It would seem to be a case for reciprocity. I feel certain that reciprocity as to fruits and wines be of great advantage to Canada and California, however it might affect the rest of our country. The tariff rate on pears is 20 per cent ad valorem, and as the pears are billed down pretty low it amounts to no more than 20 cents per box. On peaches the rate is one cent per pound, which is pretty stiff and hurts us a great deal. Grapes have to pay two cents per pound, oranges and lemons only 25 cents a box, which is not an excessive burden, but the rate on grapes and peaches is hurtful. With this explanation of the focal condition we can more understandly consider the fruit auction at being up river this winter we number of portages, so as to cut off the very large bends that run the McMillan river. One of ten miles we made, cut off thirty. We traveled until the April, making about 125 miles on the mouth of the McMillan. So this time we had killed no any size. We spent several hunting for moose, but the moose may game to kill, being an antelope scent, quick eye and fleet. He can travel at a tremendous through three feet of snow, and country so densely foliaged that hard matter to kill him. Weely, myself, and a couple young men a party of four, also traveling here, started on a hunt over to the lake, called Moose lake by the Inman Wednesday, May 10th. It is 100 miles from camp, and we did for three days through snow and ear knees. We could not wear shoes because the snow is getting the weather being much milder, and it gets below zero at night, then thaws in the daytime. Reached the lake on the third day and killed a moose on the follow-up. We stayed in camp Sunday, Monday morning I got up at 1 o'clock, took my rifle and killed a returning to camp before the boys had eaten breakfast. The kill stood as high as an ordnance, weighing about 800 pounds, but would have weighed 1000 had it been fat. They are all poor at this time of the year, for feed exclusively on small trees, willows, rat-tail alders, etc. We had dried the meat, and made me and cached what we could not back to camp. We were two days going home. Most of the snow was disappeared by this time, making easier travel, so we reached on the 21st of May. Butterfield, our partner, had up his mind not to go up river, return and look after some business he had at Selkirk. We built him out to return, and we went in with son's party, making six of us in party, and used the boat they had built to go up river in. Started up McMillan in the boat on the 24th of the river having broken up and ice on the 14th inst. The water rose to raise fast by that time. Moved over 10 miles and made portage to big lake after balance of moose. Reached boat again on 21st inst. Meat after a hard three days' through swamps, streams, mountains and brush. Moved on up river day; traveled until the 3d of June; wrecked at 11 o'clock and lost thing we had in the boat in the provisions, except one small pot of extract, which was in a small that we saved; also three bags of moose, as they were so thick in that locality; so back we went. Two of us saw a moose on the run about noon just below us some 200 or 300 yards. I got a shot at him before he got into the woods; wounded him so he left signs of blood, but could not follow his trail, the woods being so thick and the moss so spongy. Went on a little farther and saw apother lying down on the bank of a little lake just out of gunshot. The moose was looking straight at us when I first spied him. I turned and went back on my tracks and around the lake, and worked up against the wind; but Mr. Moose had made his departure by the time I got around to where he had been lying down. We saw no more moose that day; got a couple of hours' sleep, but of course nothing to eat; did not want to shoot squirrels for fear of alarming the moose in that vicinity. Next morning we started out again about H o'clock. I became separated from the other boy, and we did not meet again until 12 o'clock. In the meantime I had seen only one moose, and he was a mile or more off. The other boy, while sitting on a log, had spied two moose within 75 yards of him, quietly grazing, but of course could not shoot at them without a gun. That night we returned to where we had left the other boys down on the river bank some eight miles below us. All we could take back with us in the way of game were six small red squirrels and one grouse. That night we six men had a grand stew, having been without food some 58 hours and working hard all the time; but it couldn't be helped. It was then a matter of making a run on a raft of 225 miles without food, or starve, so down we went. I managed to get 15 more squirrels in the next four days with the rifle, besides we found three pounds of evaporated onions which we had left in the cache where we had built our boat some two weeks before. With the onions and squirrels we managed to live and work the raft until Saturday night, the seventh day after being wrecked. The pangs of hunger were not so great—only a gnawing sensation; but we had become so weak by this time we could scarcely walk. Saturday night we reached our old cabins where we had wintered, six miles below the mouth of the McMillan, on the Pelley river. Here to our great joy we found a camp of five men, who were coming down from the head waters of the Pelley river, having wintered up there. We were kindly received. We ate a light supper, and in a couple hours we ate some more: we then went to bed and had a good rest. We got up more hungry than we had yet been, and ate five times next day, and soon began to gain our strength again. Next day we started down river again, and reached Selkirk on Tuesday evening. We were out of food, having eaten the half sack of moose, as they were so thick in that locality; so back we went. Two of us saw a moose on the run about noon just below us some 200 or 300 yards. I got a shot at him before he got into the woods; wounded him so he left signs of blood, but could not follow his trail, the woods being so thick and the moss so spongy. Went on a little farther and saw apother lying down on the bank of a little lake just out of gunshot. The moose was looking straight at us when I first spied him. I turned and went back on my tracks and around the lake, and worked up against the wind; but Mr. Moose had made his departure by the time I got around to where he had been lying down. We saw no more moose that day; got a couple of hours' sleep, but of course nothing to eat; did not want to shoot squirrels for fear of alarming the moose in that vicinity. Next morning we started out again about H o'clock. I became separated from the other boy, and we did not meet again until 12 o'clock. In the meantime I had seen only one moose, and he was a mile or more off. The other boy, while sitting on a log, had spied two moose within 75 yards of him, quietly grazing, but of course could not shoot at them without a gun. That night we returned to where we had left the other boys down on the river bank some eight miles below us. All we could take back with us in the way of game were six small red squirrels and one grouse. That night we six men had a grand stew, having been without food some 58 hours and working hard all the time; but it couldn’t be helped. It was then a matter of making a run on a raft of 225 miles without food, or starve, so down we went. I managed to get 15 more squirrels in the next four days with the rifle, besides we found three pounds of evaporated onions which we had left in the cache where we had built our boat some two weeks before. With the onions and squirrels we managed to live and work the raft until Saturday night, the seventh day after being wrecked. The pangs of hunger were not so great—only a gnawing sensation; but we had become so weak by this time we could scarcely walk. Saturday night we reached our old cabins where we had wintered, six miles below the mouth of the McMillan, on the Pelley river. Here to our great joy we found a camp of five men, who were coming down from the head waters of the Pelley river, having wintered up there. We were kindly received. We ate a light supper, and in a couple hours we ate some more: we then went to bed and had a good rest. We got up more hungry than we had yet been, and ate five times next day, and soon began to gain our strength again. Next day we started down river again, and reached Selkirk on Tuesday evening. We were out of food, having eaten the half sack of moose, as they were so thick in that locality; so back we went. Two of us saw a moose on the run about noon just below us some 200 or 300 yards. I got a shot at him before he got into the woods; wounded him so he left signs of blood, but could not follow his trail, the woods being so thick and the moss so spongy. Went on a little farther and saw apother lying down on the bank of a little lake just out of gunshot. The moose was looking straight at us when I first spied him. I turned and went back on my trails and surrounded his market in very heavy from us. It would seem to be a case for reciprocity. I feel certain that reciprocity as to fruits and wines would be of great advantage to Canada and California, however it might affect the rest of our country. The tariff rate on pears is 20 per cent ad valorem, and as the pears are billed down pretty low it amounts to no more than 20 cents per box. On peaches the rate is one cent per pound which is pretty stiff and hurts us a great deal. Grapes have to pay two cents per pound, oranges and lemons only 25 cents a box which is not an excessive burden but the rate on grapes and peaches is hurtful. With this explanation of the local condition we can be more understandingly consider the fruit auction at Montreal. Montreal is used by the shippers as a sort of dumping ground to relieve the market in the cities across line. The consumer does not pay the tax unless the market is very bare of fruit,and not then unless the shipper’s representative is on the floor to encourage active bidding. It is claimed by the auction people that the fruit sells enough higher than in the States to cover the tariff charge,但 do thatthe market must be kept hungry,and interests of the shipper must be “protected.” Really though,the prices asked in the retail market do not show thatthe consumer paysthe tax.for retail prices are quite as low as in any American cities I have visited,pears running 20 to 30 cents per dozen,most 25 cents; peaches,rather small,a at 20 cents per dozen;Tragedies 10 to 15 cents,and bythe basket ,40to45 cents,Larger peaches 2 cents each; averaging quite a little cheaper than at Rochester,N.Y.,or Concord,新 Hampshire. As at St.Paul and Minneapolis,the "protecting"ofthe interestsoftheshiperisconfessedlyontheprivateaccountoftheshiperisrepresentativeandnotevenonaccountoftheshiper,tosaynothingofbeingupontheaccountoftheshiper.in sustainingthemarket.atasharpadvanceoverwhatotherbiddersseemedwillingtoway,andthegrowercertainlygotmorefromhimthanhewouldhaverealizedotherwise.Inquiryamongthebiddersthemselvesseemtojustifytheconclusionthattheydothisuni- Continued on Fourth page. The Homeliest Man in Anaheim. As well asthe handsomest,and othersare invitedtocallonanydruggistandgetfreea trial bottleofKump'sBalsamfortheThroatandLungs,aremedythatisguaranteedtocureandrelieveallChronicandAcuteCoughs,Asthma,BronchitisandConsumption.Price25c,and50c.jan26-1f