By Laura
Samuelson, Director, Carrie M. McLain Memorial Museum
With less and less hours of
daylight, everything is freezing especially the Brothers McDaniel. Do we stay
or go? Spend the winter in a tent at -20F or go home to sunny San Jose,
California and return next June. Which would you choose?? ...
ALASKA
BECKONS
By Wilfred
A. McDaniel
“How cold is
it?” Ed inquired, as I proceeded to get the breakfast, after a chilly night. I
looked at the thermometer hanging outside, over the tent door. “Ten below
zero,” I replied, “We can’t stand this much longer!”
After all of
the outfit had been stacked, engine and pump bearings and moving parts sealed
in heavy grease and canvassed, the respite from the strenuous labor of the
season just finished, was indeed, a welcome relaxation! Many details still
occupied our time, however, and there was still an important decision to be
made. We must soon make permanent plans for the long winter, just beginning, or
if we decide to go “Outside,” make reservations for the trip out. This was our
final decision, for from experience gained, many changes in the pumping plant
could be made, making necessary the selection and purchase of needed parts,
which could best be done there.
Steamers
were anchored in the roadstead, and a number had already departed with miners
returning to “the States.” Navigation would soon close and all craft would be
compelled to leave in a few days or risk the Arctic pack, which usually drifted
in, early in November, effectually closing navigation until the following June.
“Well,” said
Ed, one morning. “I’ll go to Nome and get a couple of steamer tickets, and you
had better burn out that amalgam and fix it up, and we’ll take it out to ‘Frisco,
to the mint.
This I did,
putting the mixture of gold and quicksilver into the iron retort, heating it in
the stove to a red heat, recovering the quick’ in a pan of water in which the
small tube from the retort was placed. This done, weighing and packing it
safely came next. The gold was weighed on the scales which we had purchased
from the, now, defunct New York Company! The bullion tipped the balance at 125
ounces, not bad for a season of inexperience and handicaps. Expenses for labor
and operating the plant, amounting to about fifteen hundred dollars, had
required the sale of nearly another hundred ounces, and this had been sold to
the banks in Nome.
Ed returned
with the tickets. “The Senator sails on the 25th,” he said, “We’ve just two days
left to get packed and get down to Nome!”
A FAMILY
PORTRAIT - "Wife of Ah-ta-see-uk holding little Weeli-tuk. See-ya-uk, her
son. Two King Island girls. Little Ootana and her mother, Ka-neel-uk (meaning
reindeer)." Wilfred McDaniel made friends with the
Penny River Eskimos, learned their language, and recorded their names when he
took this photograph. Photo Wilfred McDaniel, Carrie M. McLain Memorial
Museum Archives
Continued the week of October 28.
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