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Show ^ For an old man's gold, She's a bird in a gilded cage. I t took us a month to relay a l l my supplies from Canyon City to Sheep Camp, although we did not pack every day because of blizzards. Once when our tent blew down, we stayed several days at Sheep Camp i n Palmer's Hotel. The hotel was a single room with one corner partitioned off with a calico curtain for Mr. and Mrs. Palmer and a batch of small children. Behind that curtain Mrs. Palmer cooked a l l day long, offering coffee, beans, and bacon for seventy-five cents-payable s t r i c t l y i n advance. Each evening after supper everyone rolled out on the floor to sleep. I slept f i n e . Tip did not like i t , she said, because of a l l the wet German wool stockings hanging from the r a f t e r s. I did not like Sheep Camp because of the abandoned horses and dogs wandering around. This was no t r a i l for animals, although many stampeders managed to get them to this point. Here they were turned loose to starve or to be shot when they became a nuisance. Within a few days they were covered with snow, and the stampeders walked right over them without realizing i t . I thought i f I could catch a s t r a y dog I would carry him on my back over the pass. But the con men always got to the dogs f i r s t and took them back to Dyea to s e l l again. |
