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SYNOPSIS.
Elam Harnish, known all through Alas- I
ka as “Burning Daylight," celebrates his (
80th birthday with a crowd of njners at
the Circle City Tivoli. The dance leads
to heavy gambling, in which over SIOO,OOO ,
is staked. Harnish loses his money and
his mine but wins the mail contract. He ।
starts on his mall trip with dogs and
sledge, telling his friends that he will be
In the big Yukon gold strike at the start. 1
Burning Daylight makes a sensationally
rapid run across country with the mall, ,
appears at the Tivoli and is now ready
to join his friends in a dash to the new
gold fields.
CHAPTER IV.—Continued.
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In the meantime there was naught
to show for it but hunch. But it was 1
coming. As he would stake his last :
ounce on a good poker hand, so he
staked his life and effort on the hunch
that the future held in store a big !
strike on the Upper River. So he and 1
his three companions, with dogs, and
sleds, and snowshoes, toiled up the
frozen breast of the Stew'art, toiled
on and on through the white wilder- I
ness where the unending stillness was >
never broken by the voices of men,
the stroke of an ax, or the distant ’
crack of a rifle. Gold they found on
the bars, but not in paying quantities, ।
and in the following May they re- ’
turned to Sixty Mile.
Ten days later. Harper and Joe La- 1
due arrived at Sixty Mile, and Day- '
light, strong to obey the hunch that ■
had come to him, traded a third in- 1
terest in his Stewart town site for a
third interest in theirs on the Klondike.
They had faith in the Upper Country,
and Harper left down-stream, with a
raft-load of supplies, to start a small 1
post at the mouth of the Klondike.
“Why don’t you tackle Indian River,
raylight?” Harper advised, at part
ing. “There’s whole slathers of creeks
and draws draining in up there, and
somewhere gold just crying to be
found. That's my hunch. There’s a
big strike coming, and Indian River
ain’t going to be a million miles
away.”
“And the place is swarming with
moose,” Joe Ladue added. “Bob Hen
derson’s up there somewhere, been
there three years now, swearing
something big' is going to happen,
living off’n straight moose and pros
pecting around like a crazy man.”
Daylight decided to go Indian River
a flutter, as he expressed it; and lin
gered a few days longer arranging his
meager outfit He planned to go in
light, carrying a pack of seventy-five
pounds and making bls five dogs pack
as well, Indian fashion, loading them
with thirty pounds each. Depending
on the report of Ladue, he intended to
follow Bob Henderson's example and
live practically on straight meat.
When Jack Kearns’ scow, laden with
the sawmill from Lake Linderman,
tied up at Sixty Mile, Daylight bun
dled his outfit and dogs on board,
turned his town-site application over
to Elijah to be filed, and the same day
was landed at the mouth of Indian
River. He continued down Hunker
to the Klondike, and on to the sum
mer fishing camp of the Indians on
the Yukon.
Here for a day he camped with Car
mack, a squaw-man, and his Indian
brother-in-law, Skookum Jim, bought
a boat, and, with his dogs on board,
drifted down the Yukon to Forty Mile.
Then it was that Carmack, his broth
er-in-law, Skookum Jim, and Cultus
Charlie, another Indian, arrived in a
canoe at Forty Mile, went straight to
the gold commissioner, and recorded
three claims and a discovery claim on
Bonanza Creek. After that, in the Sour
dough Saloon, that night, they exhibit
ed coarse gold to the skeptical crowd.
Daylight, too, was skeptical, and this
despite his faith in the Upper Coun
try. Had he not, only a few days be
fore, seen Carmack loafing with his
Indians and with never a thought of
prospecting? But at eleven that night,
sitting on the edge of his bunk and
unlacing his moccasins, a thought
came to him. He put on his coat and
hat and went back to the Sourdough.
Carmack was still there, flashing his
coarse gold in the eyes of an unbe
lieving generation. Daylight ranged
alongside of him and emptied Car
macks sack into a blower. This he
studied for a long time. Then, from
his own sack, into another blower, he
emptied several ounces of Circle City
and Forty Mile gold. Again, for a long
time, he studied and compared. Final
ly, he pocketed his own gold, returned
Carmacks, and held up his hand for
silence.
' "Boys, I want to tell you-all some
thing,’ he said. “She’s sure come —the
up-river strike. And I tell you-all,
clear and forcible, this is it. There
aint never been gold like that in a
blower in this country before. It’s
new gold. It’s got more silver in it.
You-all can see it by the color. Car
mack’s sure made a strike. Who-all’s
got faith to come along with me?”
, No one volunteered.
, “Then who-all ’ll take a job from
me, bash wages in advance, to pole up
a thousand pounds of grub?”
Curly Parsons and another, Pat
Monahan, accepted, and, with his cus-
tomary speed. Daylight paid them
their wages in advapce and arranged
the purchase of the supplies, though he
emptied his sack in doing so. He was
leaving the Sourdough, when he sud
denly turned back to the bar from the
door.
“Got another hunch?” was the
query.
“I sure have,” he answered.
“Flour’s sure going to be worth what
a man will pay for it this winter up
on the Klondike. Who’ll lend me
some money?”
On the instant a score of the men
who had declined to accompany him
on the wild-goose chase were crowd
ing about him with proffered gold
sacks.
“How much flour do you want?”
asked the Alaska Commercial Com
pany’s storekeeper.
“About two ton."
The proffered gold-sacks were not
withdrawn, though their owners were
guilty of an outrageous burst of merri
ment.
“What are you going to do with two
tons?” the storekeeper demanded.
“I'll tell you-all in simple A, B, C
and one, two, three.” Daylight held
up one finger and began checking off.
“Hunch number one: a big strike com
ing in Upper Country. Hunch number
two: Carmack's made it. Hunch num
ber three: ain’t no hunch at all. It's
a cinch. If one and two is right, then
flour just has to go sky-high. If I’m
riding hunches one and two, I just got
to ride this cinch, which is number
three. If I’m right, flour ’ll balance
gold on the scales this winter.”
CHAPTER V,
Still men were without faith In the
strike. When Daylight, with his heavy
outfit of flour, arrived at the mouth of
the Klondike, he found the big flat as
desolate and tenantless as ever. Down
close by the river, Chief Isaac and his
Indians were camped beside the
frames on which they were drying sal
mon. Several old-times were also in
camp there. Having finished their
summer work on Ten Mile Creek, they
had come down the Yukon, bound for
Circle City. But at Sixty Mile they
had learned of the strike, and stopped
off to look over the ground. They had
just returned to their boat when Day
light landed his flour, and their report
was pessimistic. But an hour later,
at his own camp, Joe Ladue strode in
from Bonanza Creek. He led Daylight
away from the camp and men and
told him things in confidence.
“She’s sure there,” he said in con
clusion. “I didn’t sluice it, or cradle
it. I panned it, all in that sack, yes
terday, on the rim-rock. I tell you you
can shake it out of the grass-roots.
And what’s on the bed-rock down in
the bottom of the creek they ain’t no
way of tellin’. But she’s big, I tell
you, big. Keep it quiet, and locate all
you can. It’s in spots, but I wouldn’t
be none surprised if some of them
claims yielded as high as fifty thou
sand. The only trouble is that it’s
spotted.”
A month passed by, and Bonanza
Creek remained quiet. A sprinkling
of men had staked; but most of them,
after staking, had gone on down to
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The Whole Bottom Showed as if Cov
ered With Butter.
Forty Mile and Circle City. The few
that possessed sufficient faith to re
main were busy building log cables
against the coming of winter. Car
mack and his Indian relatives were oc
cupied in building a sluice box and
getting a head of water. The work
was slow, for they had to saw their
lumber by hand from the standing for
est But farther down Bonanza were
four men who had drifted in from up
river, Dan McGllvary, Dave McKay,
Dave Edwards, and Harry Waugh.
They were a quiet party, neither ask
ing nor giving confidences, and they
herded by themselves. But Daylight,
who had panned the spotted rim of
Carmack's claim and shaken coarse
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gold from the grass-roots, and who
had panned the rim at a hundred oth
er places up and down the length of
the creek and found nothing, was cu
rious to know what lay on bed-rock.
He bad noted the four quiet men sink'
ing a shaft close by the stream, and
he had heard their whip-saw going as
they made lumber for the sluice boxes.
He did not wait for an invitation, but
he was present the first day they
sluiced. And at the end of five hours’
shoveling for one man, he saw thejn
take out thirteen ounces and a half of
gorti. It was coarse gold, running from
pinheads to a twelve-dollar nugget,
and it had come from off bed-rock.
The first fall snow was flying that day,
and the Arctic winter was closing
down; but Daylight had no eyes tor
the bleak-gray sadness of the dying,
short-lived summer. He saw his vis
ion coming true, and on the big flat
was upreared anew his golden city of
the snows. Gold had been found on
bed-rock. That was the big thing.
Carmack’s strike was assured. Day
light staked a claim in his own name
adjoining three he had purchased with
plug tobacco. This gave him a block
two thousand feet long and extending
in width from rim-rock to rim-rock.
Returning that night to his camp at
the mouth of Klondike, he found in it
Kama,,the Indian chief he had left at
Dyea. Kama was traveling by ca
noe, bringing in the last mail of the
year. In his possession was some two
hundred dollars in gold-dust, which
Daylight immediately borrowed. In
return, he arranged to stake a claim
for him, which he was to record when
he passed through Forty Mile. When
Kama departed next morning he car
ried a number of letters for Daylight,
addressed to all the old-timers down
river, in which they were urged to
come up immediately and stake. Also
Kama carried letters of similar import,
given him by the other men on 80-,
nanza.
“It will sure be the gosh-dangdest
stampede that ever was. ’ Daylight
chuckled, as he tried to vision the ex
cited populations of Forty Mlle and
Circle City tumbling into poling-boats
and racing the hundreds of miles up
the Yukon; for he knew that his word
would be unquestioningly accepted.
One day in December Daylight filled
a pan from bed-rock on his own claim
and carried it into his cabin. Here a
fire burned and enabled him to keep
water unfrozen in a canvas tank. He
squatted over the tank and began to
wash. Earth and gravel seemed to fill
the pan. As he imparted to it a cir
cular movement, the lighter, coarser
particles washed out over the edge.
At times he combed the surface with
his fingers, raking out handfuls of
: gravel. The contents of the pan di
■ minished. At is drew near to the
bottom, for the purpose of fleeting and
i tentative examination, he gave the
i pan a sudden sloshing movement,
, emptying it of water. And the whole
bottom showed as if covered with but
ter. Thus the yellow gold flashed
’ up as the muddy water was filtered
, away. It was gold—gold-dust, coarse
I gold, nuggets, large nuggets. He was
> ail alone. He set the pan down for a
moment and thought long thoughts.
Then he finished the washing, and
weighed the result in his scales. At
the rate of sixteen dollars to the ounce
the pan had contained seven hundred
and odd dollars. It was beyond any
thing that even he had dreamed. His
fondest anticipations had gone no
farther than twenty or thirty thousand
dollars to a claim; but here were
claims worth half a million each at the
least, even if they were spotted.
He did not go back to work in the
shaft that day, nor the next, nor the
next. Instead, capped and mlttened, a
light stampeding outfit, including his
rabbit skin robe, strapped on his back,
he was out and away on a many-days’
tramp over creeks and divides, in
specting the whole neighboring terri
tory. On each creek he was entitled
to locate one claim, but he was
chary in thus surrendering up his
chances. On Hunker Creek only
did he stake a claim. Bonanza
Creek he found staked from mouth to
source, while every little draw and
pup and gulch that drained into it was
likewise staked. Little faith was had
in these side-streams. They had been
staked by the hundreds of men who
had failed to get in on Bonanza. The
most popular of these creeks was
Adams. The one least fancied was
Eldorado, which flowed into Bonanza,
just above Carmack's Discovery claim.
Even Daylight disliked the looks of El
dorado; but, still riding his hunch, he
bought a half share in one claim on it
for half a sack of flour. A month
later he paid eight hundred dollars for
the adjoining claim. Three months
later, enlarging this block of property,
he paid forty thousand for a third
claim, add, though it was concealed
in the future, he was destined, not
long after, to pay one hundred and
fifty thousand for a fourth claim on
the creek that had been the least liked
■ of all the creeks.
In the meantime, and from the day
he washed seven hundred dollars from
a single pan, and squatted over it and
thought a long thought, he never again
touched hand to pick and shovel. As
he said to Joe Ladue the night of that
wonderful washing:
“Joe, I ain’t never going to work
hard again. Here'j where I begin to
use my brains. I’m going to farm gold.
Gold will grow gold if you-all have
the savvee and can get hold of some
for seed. When I seen them seven
hundred dollars in the bottom of the
pan, I knew I had seed at last.'
The hero of the Yukon In the
. younger days before the Carmack
strike. Burning Daylight now became
the hero of the strike. The story of
। his hunch and how he rode it was
told up and down the land. Certainly
, he had ridden it far and away beyond
the boldest, for no five of the luckiest
, held the value in claims that he held.
And. furthermore, he was still riding
i the hunch, and with no diminution of
. daring.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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i A man is as young as he feels —and
i a woman, but she doesn’t always
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PLATTS WIDOW A BRIDE i
Mrs. Lillian Janeway-Platt Once Popu
lar In Washington, Marries
W. B. Atwater.
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Washington.—The marriage, recent- ,
ly, of William B. Atwater to Mrs.
Thomas C. Platt united a somewhat
noted aviator and the widow of a
United States senator whose fame
may be said to have been almost
world-wide. As the bride of Mr. Platt
Mrs. Platt’s youth contrasted most no
ticeably with the decrepitude of the
aged senator. Now, in the culmination
of her latest and, by the way, third ro
mance, she having been Mrs. Lillian
Janeway, a charming widow, active in
the society life of Washington when
Mr. Platt made her his bride, it is
her husband’s youth which may be
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Mrs, Atwater.
looked upon as the incongruous fea
ture of the alliance. Mr. Atwater im
presses those who know him as a
light-hearted, life-loving boy, while
the lady of his heart —well, she’s still
charming in appearance and manner
but not by the greatest stretch of
the imagination could one call her
girlish.
As the wife of the senior senator
from the Empire state Mrs. Platt was
prominent socially. As his widow she
has lived a somewhat retired life in
Central Valley, N. Y., and there, while
deputy town superintendent of roads,
Mr. Atwater made her acquaintance.
His mother’s bungalow is not far
from that which has been occupied by
Mrs. Platt.
For seven years Mr. Atwater was
in the United States navy and served
on board a dispatch vessel plying be
tween Hong Kong and Manila at the
time of the Spanish-American war.
For a time he was third assistant en
gineer on board the steamship St.
Paul. He is considered an expert
with automobile and other motors.
Mr. and Mrs. Atwater will spend the
winter on the Pacific coast, where
the young aviator will pursue his
study of aviation.
SOME OF WAR’S HORRORS .
Cruel Death of the Prisoners in the
Stone Quarries of Ancient
Syracuse.
London.—All the horrors of war
have not been eliminated in these
modern days by any means, although
fighting between nations is becoming
less frequent and less ferocious than
of old. Today no nation would be
permitted to deliberately starve to
death its prisoners, for instance, as
was done in ancient Syracuse. We
have passed the rude, barbaric age, it
seems, but there is room for further
improvement, for all that.
The picture shown herewith has
the appearance of quiet, peaceful
days, yet it is a wonder that the
rocks are not covered with red
streaks, for it was in these old quar
ries near Syracuse that some 9,000
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Where Prisoners Perished.
Athenian prisoners were confined and
left to die of hunger and thirst. This
happened in 413 B. C., when the Athe
nians under Niclas and Demosthenes
were defeated by the Syracusans, who
were aided by the Spartans. History
’ records that the ships of the Athe
, nians were destroyed and about 30,-
000 men killed, while 9,000 were made
prisoners. The quarries where the
prisoners were placed to perish so
miserably cover many acres in extent,
having been hewn from the solid
rock by a multitude of slaves. Tradi
tion does not say whether they are
haunted, but it would be no matter
for surprise if the spirits of those
old Athenian soldiers yet hung around
the scene of their greatest misery
watching for a chance to get even
1 with some one.
MACON, DUBLIN AND SAVANNAH
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LOCAI’tIME - TABLE.
Effective July 2, 1911.
No.lß M 0.20 S tations7”No.l9~NoT7
A.M. P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M.
7:10 3725 Macon 11715 4730
7:22 3:37 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20
7:30 3:45 Drybranch 10:55 4:12
7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09
7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:06
7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00
7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53
8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonville 10:27 3:42 J
8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30 |
8:20 4:33 Danvilel 10:07 3:22 i
8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17 f
8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08 /
8:44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58 :
?:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52
8:55 '5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45
9:10 5:25 ar lv 9:15 2:30
Dublin
9:15 5:30 lv ar 9:10 2:25
9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:08 2:23
9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJet 9:04 2:19
9:31 5:45 . Catlin 8:54 2:09
•9:40 5.54 Mintor 8:47 2:01
9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50
9:55 6:10. Orland 8:31 1:45
10:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33
10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21
10:26 6:41 Kibbee 8:00 1:15
10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00
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At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air
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points, and with the Millen and South
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