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Title: Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields ...
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Winchester, James D
Subjects: Voyages to the Pacific coast
Publisher: Salem, Mass., Newcomb & Gauss, printers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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them about us. Our departure was a mystery. Now this was the condition that was agreed to on the Rock Island. Ryan had seen the captain and had asked him for a chance for three of us, telling him our circumstances and where we wanted to go. He asked if we had anything of value besides our provisions.Ryan told him that he had a violin that he would willingly give if the captain would take it, but the latter said he would not take the last thing a man owned, so he went to see the purser, taking Ryan with him, and after talking the matter over, they agreed to take us, we agreeing to pay $300 apiece if we found any gold. When I stepped on deck I found Ryan at work hand-ling freight. Our outfits were all on board and stowed,so I reported to the mate, Mr. Hardall, who set me to work. We had been so long without work it came hard on us. We were given a room among the rest of the passengers, feeling that we had been helped by that great Omnipotent who moves in mystery, and thankful for His timely aid. (158)
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THE ROCK ISLAND LEAVING ST. MICHAELS FOR THE YUKON. UP THE YUKON. ROCK ISLAND (sternwheeler) page 160 . Garone (steamer) 159 Beeirian, who came on board to see ns after we had stopped work, felt joyful to think that he was going home.He bade us good-by that night, for next morning we were to sail for the Yukon. Getting underway on a steamer was a small job; casting off the breast hires and backing on the sheer line swings her head off, and then, as she steams ahead, the lines are hauled in and the boat is away. As we drew away from the Garone the crowd on deck cheered us lustily, and soon we lost sight of St. Michaels as we plunged into a fog bank. The fog whistle was kept blowing, making its dismal music, and the dark fog, almost a rain, made things appear miserable. I found that the mate, Mr. Hardall, had taken a dislike to me; in fact, he did not love any of us. He kept us carrying coal to the fire-room, the coal being put up in sacks weighing about one hundred and fifty pounds each,and was piled along the outside guard of the boat that lay next

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