After the laundry my sister and her husband grubstaked me into the Klondike.

It was the first gold rush into that region, the early fall rush of 1897.

I was twenty-one years old, and in splendid physical condition.

I remember, at the end of the twenty-eight-mile portage across Chilcoot from Dyea Beach to Lake Linderman, I was packing up with the Indians and out-packing many an Indian.

The last pack into Linderman was three miles.