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crosses the divide over Chillkoot Pass, which is about fifty-five miles to the east of Chilkoot Pass. No lakes or rivers are on the route, but the trail runs over a high, level prairie. Old pioneer Dalton, after whom the trail is named, is now driving a band of sheep on the trail to Dawson City, where he expects to arrive in August with fresh meat for the miners. This Dalton trail is well dapted for driving stock, but for men to tramp it is believed to be too long.

One who is now at the Klondike diggings writes from there of his journey overland as follows:

"We arrived here from Dyea after seventy days of the hardest travel I ever experienced. We had all our provisions in cachet at Chilkoot Pass. We loaded everything on three sleds and turned them loose down the three-mile declivity. They landed all safe at the bottom on the Yukon side.

"Then we followed, winging and tumbling after. We crossed Lake Lindeman on the ice all right at the foot of the mountains and got safely to the head of Lake Bennett. By this time the weather was getting warmer and the snow melting. The snow crust on the lake would support

the sleds, but we broke through at every step, and there was about a foot of slush under the crust. After wading this way for two days and having traversed but four miles we went into camp to wait for a cold snap or more of a thaw to break up the ice. We lay in camp for three days, and then came a cold spell, the wind blowing a gale.

"When we struck Marsh Lake the weather had become warm again, and it took us three days to make seven miles through eight inches of slush, so we waded into a good patch of timber and remained there fourteen davs building a boat. It took us six days to fell the trees and saw the boards out.

"When we got to the great Yukon we launched our little craft and tried her in the swift current of the mighty river (a river as large as the Mississippi) and found she would answer our purpose very well. The next day we came to a canon called 'Miller's Canon,' the most dangerous place on the river, where many a party have lost all they had, and their lives, too. It is a steep cut through the mountain range. The water rushes through with frightful speed. There is a long, devious way around the canon by land

which requires four days' hard work to get over, while to shoot the canon only takes two and one-half minutes.

"As soon as the boat entered the canon she seemed to shiver and then plunged head foremost into the first waves, and about a half barrel of water came over the bow. Then she straightened out and rode through the rapids without shipping a drop more water. We continued down the river to Lake Labarge, thirtyfive miles. There our boat riding ended for the present, the lake being still frozen solid. It is thirty miles long. The ice was smooth as glass, so we rigged up two sails on the boat (which we had deposited on two sleds).

"Two days later we once more launched into the friendly Yukon and floated calmly down the river to Klondike, a distance of four hundred miles from the last lake, in eight days."

There is talk already of building a railroad into the gold diggings, and the Canadian Government has been asked to help. An appropriation of $5000 was passed by the present Parliament to send surveyors into the field.

Two routes are suggested-one from a point on the Canadian Pacific, the other from Dyea.

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