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Show Chapter 2: North On The Guardian One hundred thousand stampeders set out for the Klondike goldfields that year, and it seemed to me that they were all crowded on the decks of the Guardian with me. The Guardian was on her way to the boneyard when the stampede began. She was turned around, lined up with a false smile in the docks with other unseaworthy vessels pressed into service-and called a steamship. I did not complain, I was lucky to be on board. Wandering around the waterfront, I had happened to see a man doubled over, obviously in great pain. His partner was guiding him toward a hack and, at the same time, was auctioning his steamship ticket. I pushed in close and shouted, "Three hundred cash!" |
