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Found this at the library, and so while soliciting inspiration took the time to give it a read.
As the title suggests, it's premised on the idea that the most interesting thing about travel is the people that you meet, and with this in mind Scott & Gina interviewed fellow travelers for their most interesting tales.
A couple of the best - "Honey of Man", "UFO's" & one about a fellow traveler that had eaten a "Cobra Bird" - apparently a species of Hawk that eats cobras and so has developed an immunity to their venom - and by eating the hawk one experiences some psychedelic effects.
I tried looking this up to verify - to no avail. I'll check it again at the library today.
Unfortunately too many of the stories are from Scott and Gina themselves, and it reads a bit like an "influencers journal", adventure travel done solely with the point of regaling their friends and relatives with their adventures. But - if you see a copy in the library, pull it down and look up "Honey of Man", perhaps 3 pages, but curious...
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Finished the book, some more gems:
Gold Rushes of Other Days:
George W. Custer, Auditor of the Board of Education, Chicago, another '49er, who went overland in 1850, remembered the hardships well enough to shudder as he talked of them. He said :
"It was the fourth day of April, 1850, that my father made up his mind to go to the California gold fields, and started with his family across the country to where we were told men could dig up nuggets with their heels right out of the soft surface mold all over the peninsula of California. I shall never forget our experiences on that trip. Hundreds of people started out without sufficient money or provisions, and as a result they perished of hunger and thirst on the great American desert of the Salt Lake district, through which their path lay.
Our family formed a portion of the caravan known as the Patterson Rangers. It was composed of twelve wagons, forty- seven men and a boy (myself). We ate dinner on the Fourth of July, 1850, right in the heart of the desert, and on that evening we practically ran out of provisions. It was the poorest Fourth of July dinner I ever remember to have eaten. I remember it well. We each had a small piece of smoked meat and a biscuit. My father, who had smuggled a small jar of sweet jelly with him, smeared a little of it over my dry biscuit in honor of the occasion.
Our trail was littered with the remains of other caravans of pioneers who had preceded us across the deadly waste. The skeletons of men and animals dotted both sides of the trail, and wagon wheels, old arms, rusty swords, broken rifles and other relics of the victims of that terrible summer were lying around in profusion. The value of the material that lay there decaying on the desert would, I believe, if fairly computed, run up into the hundreds of thousands of dollars."
And this from "Side-Lights & Other Attractions"
Clairvoyants on Deck.
Clairvoyants put in their bid to be recognized as factors in the Klondike development. Something in the nature of a grub-stake company was formed by a number of spiritualists in Chicago and an advance agent or prospector sent out to locate the rich claims which a well-known " medium" professed to be able to discern clairvoyantly across the vast intervening distance. Some of these claims were said by the " spirit guides" to be fabulously rich and all of them well worth the finding. Maps were drawn and explicit directions given and a new field for "prospecting" duly opened.
A Description of the Theatrical Fare:
Barkeeper Charley.
"The title had local significance, as Douglass Island is just across the channel from the town. It was a very successful play. The hero was a barkeeper named Charley, and the heroine, to use the hero's own words, was a ' perfect lady/ who had a desire to see something of the town with a fancy, rather unusual in a person of that description, for incidentally 'hitting the pipe.'
There was a bootblack, a Chinaman, an Irish policeman, a dude and a number of sports and ' ladies ' in the piece. After the requisite amount of adversity and bad luck had been ground out, the hero, with the help of the bootblack, triumphed over the dude, got a 'pull' with the policeman, married the heroine and otherwise attained brilliant success as the proprietor of the ' finest joint in the town,' to quote his own language again."
This sounds like it should have been a movie with Matt Damon...
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- Practical Instructions for Fortune Seekers etc 1897 -
Of course, following my read of Pierre Burton's "Trails of '98" I had to go and pick up one of the many sources.
This - at 525+ pages - a weighty tome filled with information on the Klondike - what to pack, bring, expect, with abundant first-hand accounts.
As the cover states - it was originally written to "advise & inform" treasure hunters.
You can read or peruse it online here: https://openlibrary.org/works/OL4702533W/Alaska_and_the_Klondike_Gold_Fields
I love this. And already - fuck work, I need a proper jeep, metal detector - and be headed Northwards for the brief Yukon summer to discover my own treasures.
So - fortune is calling - although I will need to somehow arrange a fortune to go looking for it - but - I'm getting religious in my mania - "The Lord is My Shepherd...".
Anyways - still a few months to pass raising my fortune before I squander it trying to raise another.
Back to the book:
Noteworthy:
"There was a young woman back in Fresno who had promised to be his wife. Berry came from the hidden world without injury and Miss D. Bush kept her pledge. They were married.
Berry told his bride about the possibilities of Alaska. She was a girl of the mountains. She said she had not married him to be a drawback, but a companion. If he intended or wanted to go back to the Eldorado, she proposed to go with him. She reasoned that he would do better to have her at his side. His pictures of the dangers and hardships had no effect upon her. It was her duty to face as much as he was willing to face. They both decided it was worth the try — success at a bound rather than years of common toil. Berry declared he knew exactly where he could find a fortune. Mrs. Berry convinced him that she would be worth more to him in his venture than any man that ever lived. Furthermore, the trip would be a bridal tour which would certainly be new and far from the beaten tracks of sighing lovers."
There is reference to Montana Bar & Confederate Gulch, just a few hundred short miles south of Alberta, as well as descriptions of any number of other gold rushes - or, as I would call them - "Leads...".
The book is a veritable treasure map that elaborately describes the treasures but inadequately describes the hazards. There is no fair description of the trials and ordeals that await - or - those fair accounts are overlooked by the enthusiastic reader in his hopes of garnering some share of the riches for him/herself.
There is note of Wall Street:
" Tell Henry that we will have to change our politics, because the Klondike will kill Bryan and the silver question and the money power of Wall Street will try to demonetize gold. The gold that will come out of here inside of two or three years will make Wall Street more anxious to demonetize gold than it ever was to demonetize silver."
and this gem:
"Even with the thermometer at eighty or ninety degrees below zero at Dawson City, Circle City or any of the other mining camps, the intense cold is really not noticed. It would seem very strange to a person used to southern weather to hear a native or a person who had lived for a series of years in Alaska, talking about to being a warm day or a mild day, with the thermometer at sixty-five below. Yet, this peculiar characteristic of the weather, extreme dryness with extreme cold, makes this a common saying among the people.
No chapter on the Land of Wonders, as we have called Alaska, would be complete without reference to the mosquitos, which arc one of the greatest nuisances of the country. The Yukon mosquito is a giant among insects and is king of his tribe. It may seem like a yarn, but it is said to be an actual fact that the mosquito actually hunts and kills bears along the Yukon River."
On Women in the Klondike:
"The poet Campbell, years ago wrote the couplet :
'The world was sad ; the garden was a wild : And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled'
Some Klondike Campbell sighed, and women all over the United States smiled. At least they were among the first to catch the gold fever and brave the dangers and the hardships of the Alaskan wilds.
What is more, they contracted the craze just as badly as the men, and many of their enterprises and their hobbies were no whit less out-of-the-way and outlandish than those of their brethren. From Maine to California women of enterprise and courage, many of them of education and gentle birth, flocked to the North in the wild rush to secure wealth by a lucky stroke.
Women who had never known hardship in any form, did not hesitate to leave comfortable homes and brave the unknown. From the very outset the officers of the great transportation companies received a numerous mail from the women of the country, making inquiries as to the outfits necessary for them, and the cost of transportation, and what they would likely have to undergo in carrying out their projects to penetrate to the interior of the gold region."
Reading this, often laughing out loud in delight, the boring camp costs, inventories of the wealth of Alaska, the grand plans to develop both Alaska and the Yukon - all of which fell to naught, the rude poetry of the author and various contributors as they enthuse about the region. It is hard to believe that this is but a 125 years ago!
A mere 125 pages left, but I'll be searching for more on this topic.
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My first Pierre Berton. I thought - for some reason - that he was from Montreal. Nope, apparently born in Whitehorse, Yukon.
Anyways, a slender book (more a pamphlet) but filled with the larger than life characters, almost entirely peripheral, that made up the Yukon/Alaska Goldrush. Not first person, but he drew upon any number of sources, and it intrigues me to think that a great many of their skeletons and possessions still litter the trails North from Edmonton, Ashcroft, and of course amongst the mountains and glaciers of Alaska, Northern BC and the Yukon.
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Reading...Dora Van Gelder's "The Real World of Fairies: A True First-Person Account".
Actually, "read", it was a slender book at a mere 120 pages, slender compared to most books, but positively voluminous given it's subject.
It begins by quoting Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, and various of Eddington's not only theories but later doubts, making room to color in the margins with all manner of wonderful creatures beyond the apprehension of most mere mortals.
Shortly after this an old bookmark falls out - the bridge, from a pack of rolling papers. Undoubtedly that improved the book immensely.
Now, it is I suspect clearly not only possible but very likely that there are any number of creatures that live in spheres beyond our apprehension, and if we take the premise of a conscious, living universe this should not really be so surprising or absurd.
The miracle of our own sphere - tangible, visible, is a matter of scale...that we are composed of what amounts - at best - to a pinprick of matter that swarms and organizes to give us shape, idea, thought - and that pinprick, even so it may be generous, the further down we look the less that we see, the universe may well indeed possess nothing approaching matter, instead composed of fluid lines of energy.
So in this, given that we are comprised of no less than 99.999999% space, the thought of an order beings perhaps even just a few orders of magnitude more or less substantial than ourselves should not be tough to imagine. However, this did not persuade me (nor did I suspect it would). It was however an entertaining look at somebody else's world...
A gold mine of alternative thinking (not necessarily accurate - although, caveat - reality is subjective - hers is merely a bit more colorful) - links below:
Link: Dora Kunz (nee Van Gelder)
Married to: Fritz Kunz
Link: C.W. Leadbeater
Invisible Helpers, by C.W. Leadbeater- Link: https://cdn.website-editor.net/e4d6563c50794969b714ab70457d9761/files/uploaded/InvisibleHelpers_CWLeadbeater.pdf
The International Association for the Preservation of Spiritualist and Occult Periodicals -(this is a GOLD MINE!) Link: http://iapsop.com/archive/materials/theosophist/ - an amazing resource.
Now, very definitely 'twould be handy to get into the gnomes and kobold's good books and find the earth's hidden treasures, so next time I'm on the prospecting trail I'll have to keep my eyes and ears more finely attuned...