CHAPTER XX.

CHRISTMAS IN ALASKA.

Thursday, December thirteenth: The old Eskimo whom I call "grandpa" came

from the Home with one of Mr. H.'s assistants for a load of supplies for

the place, and arrived in time for breakfast at half-past nine. They

loaded up the sleds, took hot coffee, and started back at eleven in the

morning. Mr. M. came back alone before noon, having given up his trip to

the Koyuk because his shoulder hurts him. The old horse had finally to

be killed, and Mr. M. decided that he did not want to take his place at

hauling, so turned back after selling part of his supplies to the

others. The weather is fine indeed. A little snow is falling this

afternoon, but there was a beautiful sky at sunrise and sunset, the

latter at half-past one o'clock.

While giving Jennie her lesson today I was introduced for the first time

to little Charlie, who spends a good deal of time with Jennie. He is

four years old, and a bright and beautiful child. His papa is an

Englishman, and his Eskimo mother is dead. After the lesson I read

stories to the two children, holding the little boy upon my lap, while

Jennie sat beside us in the lamplight, her big black eyes shining like

stars. She wore a brown serge dress, trimmed with narrow red trimming,

her hair neatly braided in two braids down her back, and tied with red

ribbons. Both children wore little reindeer muckluks on their feet, the

boy being dressed in flannel blouse waist and knee pants. They are a

very pretty pair of children.

Such a charming, soft-tinted, red, purple and blue sky today, stretching

along in bars above the snow-topped mountains. It makes one glad to be

here, and feel full of pity for those who cannot enjoy it with us. It is

good to enjoy everything possible as one goes along, for nobody knows

how long anything will hold out and what will come next. At noon two

hungry Eskimo children came, dirty, forlorn and cold, and we fed them.

Mr. H. came again toward evening with reindeer to get a load of

supplies, and the girls and M. went fishing. They had great sport, all

dressed in fur, with short fish poles, hooks, bait and gunny sack for

the game, coming in frosty and rosy after dark, and calling for hot

coffee.

I am quite interested in getting the fox skins for my coat. I have paid

the Eskimo girl five dollars for tanning my fur skins, and hope to have

a warm coat. My first three skins cost me twelve dollars, the next two

ten dollars, and now five dollars for tanning, but I have a lining, and

Mollie will make it for me next week.

After supper we had a caller who has been here once before with others.

He is a finely trained baritone singer, and comes from one of the

Southern States. He sang and played entertainingly on the organ for an

hour, while we sewed and knitted as we do each evening.

Saturday, December fifteenth: Eight weeks today since we landed at

Golovin Bay. Weather good, skies beautiful, but days are short. Sunset

at half-past one in the afternoon; sunrise about ten in the morning.

The Commissioner came with legal documents and customary jokes, and I

try to get the copying done in between times. He is going to Nome for

Christmas, and wants the papers all finished before he leaves. He is

considered a very "rapid" young man, and looks like it.

Sunday, December sixteenth: We had breakfast today at sunrise (ten in

the morning) and I went for a walk alone upon the ice in a southerly

direction, where the natives were fishing. There was a good trail which

has been made by a horse-team hauling wood from the other shore, and the

air was fine, so that I enjoyed it very much, though my hood was soon

frosty around my face. For a while I watched the natives haul tom-cod up

through the ice holes, but having no place to sit except upon the ice,

as they did, I returned after having been gone two hours, and was soon

dressed for dinner in Sunday suit.

After dinner Mr. H. arrived with the teacher to hold an evening service

in the kitchen, the latter taking Ricka and Mary with her to call upon

some native families, two of whose members were sick. When they returned

Ricka was full of laughter at the way they had entered the native

igloos, especially Mary, who is a large woman and could barely squeeze

in through the small opening called by courtesy a door. Ricka says it

was more like crawling through a hole than anything else, and at one

time Mary was so tightly jammed in that she wondered seriously how she

was ever to get out.

"Ugh!" said Ricka, when Mary related the incident, "that was not the

worst of it. I wanted to keep the good dinner I had eaten, but the smell

of the igloo almost made me lose it then and there, and as I was inside

already, and Mary stuck fast in the door so I could not get out, we were

both in a bad plight. When I tried to help her she would not let me, but

only laughed at me."

"Next time we will send Mrs. Sullivan," said Alma, laughing.

"And you go along with me," said I, knowing that I could stand as long

as Alma the smell of the Eskimo huts and their seal oil. So that was

settled, Miss J., I presume, thinking us all very foolish to make so

much fuss over a little thing like that in Alaska.

This evening, when the kitchen was filled with natives, their service

had begun, and while some of us sat in the sitting-room to leave more

chairs for the others, there came a knock at the door, and in walked the

Commissioner and the young baritone singer, who was persuaded to sing a

few solos after the meeting was through in the kitchen.

Monday, December seventeenth: Mollie is cutting my fur coat for me, but

says I must have one or two more skins to make it large enough. She says

she is too busy to study before Christmas, but will afterwards. The

Commissioner brought more copying for me to do, and told me I could have

the money for my work at any time. Some tell me he never pays anything

he owes, and that I must look sharp or I will not get anything. The

other Commissioner has invited me to go to a New Year's party at

Council, fifty miles away, saying he will take me there and back behind

his best dogs, but I refused, telling him that I never dance, and that I

am a married woman. At that he laughed, said he was also married, with a

wife in the States, but that does not debar him from having a good time.

Word comes of a new gold strike not far away, but I think we are not

really sure that it is bona fide, and must not put too much dependence

on what we hear. The Commissioner comes with his copying, and is full of

jokes.

Wednesday, December nineteenth: A man came from the Home yesterday who

has persuaded M. to go with him on a short staking expedition. They

think they know of a new "find" very near home, and I ran over to the

Recorder's to get two attorney papers made out for them to take as they

say they will stake for the girls and me. The Commissioner paid me

twenty dollars on copying, and said he would settle the remainder when

he got back from Nome, as he and the other Commissioner were just

setting out with a dog-team for that place. I have had to buy another

fox skin for my coat, making twenty-seven dollars paid out on the

garment thus far.

Right sorry I was today that Mr. H. carried away the big velvet couch

yesterday that I have slept on nights since coming here, and I tried

last night the wooden settle brought down from upstairs to the

sitting-room. I found it a most uncomfortable thing to sleep on, as my

feet hung at least six inches over the end of the lounge, and they were

icy when I wakened in the morning. I then decided to go upstairs to one

of the canvas bunks in the northeast room, and I find it much better

every way. The bunk is long, wide and warm enough with a reindeer skin

under me, and all my blankets and comforters over me, while I have the

room alone, temporarily, at least.

Saturday, December twenty-second: This is the middle shortest day of

winter, and a fine one, too, though we had not more than three and a

half hours daylight. The skies are beautiful, with many bright colors

blended in a most wonderful way.

The girls are hard at work cooking for Christmas, and while the boys

were all away today and we needed wood brought into the house, I rigged

myself in rag-time costume and fetched several loads in my arms. How the

girls laughed when they saw me, and declared they would fetch the kodak,

but I ran away again.

This afternoon M. and the other man returned from their little trip,

looking bright and happy over having staked some claims for themselves

and us not very far away. These are our first claims staked, and we

naturally feel more than usually set up, though the men say of course

there may be nothing of value in them.

When I went to give Jennie her lesson I heard her father and another man

talking of a party of five persons who have been taken out to sea on the

ice, near Topkok. They started about three days ago from here, and one

was the sick woman who has been at the hotel, all on their way to Nome

by dog-team.

There were two women and three men, two dog-teams and sleds. They were

crossing the ice between two points of land while upon the winter trail

to Nome, the wind had loosened the ice, and when they tried to get upon

shore again they found it impossible, and they were blown directly out

to sea. Without food or shelter, and with the nights as cold as they

are, how can they live on the ice at sea? Some men have arrived bringing

the news, and say that two men went out in a boat to their rescue, but

broke their oars, the ice closed in on them, they were soaked through,

and were obliged to use their best efforts to save themselves.

The following night was very cold, and all think the unfortunates must

have perished. What a terrible fate, and one that may happen to any one

traveling in this country, though it does seem as if this ice should

soon freeze solidly.

Sunday, December twenty-third: Soon after breakfast today a man came to

our door asking for iodine, or remedies for a dog bite. A mad dog had

rushed upon a man sleeping in a tent in the night and bitten him quite

severely upon the hands and leg. Mary and I put on our furs immediately

and started out with the man, who piloted us into a small saloon, where

the poor fellow sat by the stove with a white and pinched face.

Several other men were standing about, after having done all they could

for the injured man, but Mary washed the torn flesh in strong carbolic

acid water, and tied it up in sterilized bandages, for which he seemed

very thankful.

The little saloon was neat and clean, containing a big stove, six or

eight bunks across the back end, and a long table, upon which were

spread tin plates, cups and spoons. A short bar ran along one side by

the door. The men said that the mad dog had been shot immediately after

the accident, but there were others around in the camp, they feared.

I could easily see that the injured man was badly frightened as to the

after-effects of the dog bite, and both Mary and I did all in our power

to suggest away his fear, knowing well that this was as harmful as the

injury. I told him that the missionary, Mr. H., had had a great deal of

experience with such accidents, but never yet had seen a person thus

bitten suffer from hydrophobia, which appeared to comfort him greatly.

When we left the place he seemed more cheerful, though still very pale,

and Mary promised to come again to see him. He belongs to a party of

three men bound for Koyuk River. The young man who sings so well

sometimes at the Mission is one of the three, but the other I have not

yet seen.

Later on Mary and I called upon Alice, the Eskimo girl, who lives with

her mother, near the hotel, and who is suffering with quinsy. I found

Jennie and Charlie there, and took them out for a walk down on the

beach, where the little girl's aunt was cutting ice. As we passed the A.

E. Store I noticed a dog lying on the porch having a bloody mouth, but

as he lay quietly I did not think much about it. After we had passed

down the trail for a block or so, I heard a commotion behind us, and

looking back saw a young man rush out into the trail and shoot a dog,

the one, as I afterwards learned, that I had seen on the porch. It had

been mad, and snapping around all day, but the men could not find it

earlier, and the two little children and I had passed within a few feet

of it without being conscious of danger.

Mr. H. came in to supper, also two others from the camp of the

shipwrecked people, thirty miles away to the east of us. At supper one

of the men offered to stake some claims for us over near their camp,

where they think there is gold. They took our names on paper, and said

that after prospecting, if they found gold, they would let us into the

strike before any others. They will remain over night, and leave early

in the morning. Mr. H. and Mary called after supper to see the man who

was bitten by the mad dog, and found him looking better, and not so

worried as this morning. His friend was playing on the banjo, and all

were sitting quietly around the fire.

Monday, December twenty-fourth: The two boys, G. and B., came in late

last evening, tired and hungry, from the Nome trail, glad to arrive at

home in time for Christmas.

Early this morning Mary dressed herself up hideously as Santa Claus,

bringing a big box of presents in while we sat at the breakfast table

and distributing them. Of course there were the regulation number of

fake packages, containing funny things for the boys, but each one had a

present of something, and I had a souvenir spoon just from Nome, an

ivory paper knife of Eskimo make from the girls, and later a white silk

handkerchief.

Going into the sitting-room after breakfast, we were met by the fumes

of burnt cork, hair or cotton, and upon inquiry were told that Santa

Claus had had a little mishap; his whiskers had been singed by coming

into contact with the lamp chimney and that it had delayed matters

somewhat until Ricka, his assistant, could find more cotton on the

medicine shelves; but the end of all was hearty laughter and a jolly

good time; an effort to forget, for the present, the day in our own

homes thousands of miles away.

This morning, before noon, all in the Mission went to the Home to the

Christmas tree and exercises, leaving me alone to keep house, the first

time this has happened in Alaska. Mr. H. had left the dog-teams, two

reindeer, and three sleds, with which they were to drive over, and a

merry party they were. When they had gone I worked for some time at

getting the rooms in order, and making all as tidy and snug as possible,

but I had no holly berries nor greens with which to decorate. All was

snowy and white out of doors, and a cheerful fire inside was most to be

desired. In the afternoon I gave Jennie her lesson as usual. I am

invited to eat Christmas dinner tomorrow with Mollie, the captain and

little Jennie, and shall accept. A good many in camp have been invited,

I understand, and I am wondering what kind of a gathering it will be.

Tuesday, December twenty-fifth: Christmas Day, and I was alone in the

Mission all night, so I had to build my own fires this morning. I did

not get up until ten o'clock, as it was cold and dark, and I had

nothing especial to do. There is plenty of wood and water, and

everything in the house, so I do not have to go out of doors for

anything.

By noon I had finished my work, put on my best dress, and sat down at

the organ to play. I went over all the church music and voluntaries I

could find at hand, read a number of psalms aloud, and as far as

possible for one person I went through my Christmas exercises.

If a certain longing for things and people far away came near possessing

me, I would not allow it to make me miserable, for longing is not

necessarily unhappiness, and I had set my mind like a flint against

being dissatisfied with my present state. With what knowledge I possess

of the laws of auto-suggestion, I have so far since my arrival in Alaska

managed the ego within most successfully, and tears and discontent are

not encouraged nor allowed.

We are creatures of voluntary habits, as well as involuntary ones, and

habitual discontent and discouragement, gnawing at one's vitals are

truly death-dealing. The study of human nature is, in Alaska,

particularly interesting in these directions, to the one with his mind's

eye open to such things, and I am resolved, come what will, that I will

keep the upper hand of my spirit, that it shall do as I direct, and not

harbor "blues" nor discouragement.

About two in the afternoon in came M. and one of the visiting Swedes,

after having walked from the Home, where they had attended the Christmas

party, and they were well covered with icicles. I prepared a hot lunch

for them, and ate something myself. Later a native was sent by Mollie to

fetch me over to the hotel to dinner, it being dark, and as I was

already dressed for the occasion, I went with him.

When I arrived at the dining-room they were just seated at table, and

the waiters were bringing in the first course. Twenty-five persons sat

at the Christmas board, at one end of which sat the captain as host with

his wife and little Jennie at his left. At his right sat the young

musician, who had entertained us at the Mission several times with his

singing, and the storekeeper, but with a place between them reserved for

me.

After a quiet Christmas greeting to those around me, I took my seat, and

the dinner was then served. A bottle of wine was ordered by the host for

me, and brought by the waiter, who placed it with a glass beside my

plate. At each plate there had already been placed the same

accompaniments to the dinner, with which great care had been taken by

the two French cooks in the kitchen, and upon which no expense had been

spared by the captain, who was host. While the waiters were serving the

courses, and conversation around the table near me became quite general,

on the aside I studied the company. It was cosmopolitan to the last

degree. Opposite me sat the hostess (Mollie) with her little Jennie,

dressed in their very best, the woman wearing a fashionable trained

skirt, pink silk waist and diamond brooch, while the little child wore

light tan cloth in city fashion, and looked very pretty. Below them sat

the regular boarders at the hotel, hotel clerk, the bartender, miners,

traders and the woman who kept the saloon. The latter appeared about

thirty years of age, dark, petite and pretty, richly and becomingly

gowned in garments which might have come along with her native tongue

from Paris. On our side of the long table, and opposite this woman, sat

the only other white woman besides myself present, and she, with her

husband, the two neighbors who had given us our first sleigh ride behind

the grey horse. On this side sat more miners and the few travelers who

happened to be at the hotel at this time. The clerk, next his employer,

who sat at my right, and the musician on my left, completed the number

of guests, with the exception of the one at the farther end of the

board, opposite the host. This was a young man in a heavy fur coat, his

head drooping low over his plate.

"Don't let H. fall upon the floor, boys," said the captain, as he saw

the pitiable plight of the young man. "Poor fellow, he has been

celebrating Christmas with a vengeance, and it was too much for him,

evidently. It don't take much to knock him out, though, and this wine,"

taking up his wine glass and looking through the liquid it contained,

"won't hurt a baby."

"Do you never take wine?" politely inquired the musician of me, as he

noticed that my wine glass remained untouched, and a glass of cold water

was my only beverage.

"I never do," said I firmly, but with a smile, as I noticed that both he

and the gentleman at my right barely touched theirs, while others drank

freely.

"Waiter, bring Mellie another bottle of that wine," called the

bartender, from the other side of the table, "those bottles don't hold

nothin' anyway, and a woman who can't empty more'n one of 'em ain't

much," and a second bottle was handed the female dispenser of grog, a

connoisseur of long standing, and one who could "stand up" under as much

as the next person. By this time the woman opposite her was considerably

along the road to hilarity, and shouts and laughter came from both,

called forth by the jests of their companions alongside.

Meanwhile the dinner progressed. The turkey was bona fide bird, and not

a few gull's bones from a tin quart can, while the cake and ice cream

with which my meal was ended, were all that could be desired in Alaska.

All voted that the cooks had "done themselves proud," and no one could

say that Christmas dinners could not be served in Chinik.

Before rising from the table, at the close of the meal, toasts to the

host and hostess were drunk by those at the bottles, and Christmas

presents were distributed to many, principally to members of the family

and from boarders of the house. There were silk handkerchiefs, red

neckties, "boiled shirts," and mittens, and in some instances moosehide

gloves and moccasins, made by the Eskimo hostess herself, while "Mellie"

came in for a share, including a large black bottle of "choice

Burgundy."

Upon leaving the dining table, the company separated, most of the men

going into the bar-room and store, while the family and invited guests

repaired to the living-room. Here a good-sized Christmas tree had been

arranged for Jennie and Charlie, and their presents were displayed and

talked over. In the meantime, the long dining table was cleared and

spread again for the Eskimos, who soon flocked into the room in numbers.

Some one proposed that we go to the Mission and have some songs by the

musician, to which all assented, and nine of us, including the captain,

his wife and Jennie, started over about half-past eight o'clock. There

we found the rooms bright and warm, the two men keeping house in my

absence having escaped to the upper rooms on hearing the party

approaching. Here a pleasant hour or two were passed in listening to the

songs of the musician, who always accompanies himself on his

instrument, whether banjo or organ. He sang the "Lost Chord," "Old

Kentucky Home," and many other dear old songs, closing with "God Be With

You Till We Meet Again," and the doxology. After that they pulled on

their parkies and fur coats and went out into the snow storm (for by

this time the snow was falling heavily), and to their homes, while I sat

down alone in the firelight to review the events of the day--my first

Christmas Day in Alaska. How different from any other I have ever spent.

What a disclosure of the shady side of human nature this is,--and yet

there is some good intermingled with it all.

Many here cannot endure the stress of the current, nor pull against it,

and so float easily on towards the rapids and destruction. Here is a

field for the Christian worker, though Mr. H. says he moved his little

flock twelve miles across the bay in order to get it farther away from

this iniquitous camp.

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