GOOD PROSPECTS
FOUND ON HOSIANA
Prospects running from colors to as high as a dollar to
the pan have recently been found on rimroek on the Pitka
Fork of the Hosiana river.
The Hosiana flows into a slough on the north side of
the Yukon opposite Beaver river. Pitka Fork is a large
easterly branch lying nearest the Chandlar.
The prospects were found by Jack Welch, of Rampart,
who spent last winter in the region. He returned there
this summer, and recently came out and told of the pros
pects at Rampart. Six or eight men will go in with him,
and they have hope of locating the pay. The point where
Mr. Welch has been working is more than a hundred miles
from the Yukon.
There has been more or less prospecting on that branch
of the Hosiana for a number of years. Pitka Manook
made boxes and shoveled in there seven or eight years ago
without making it pay, and an overflow from the Chandlar
stampede did a good deal of work in 1906. The stream is
very long, however, and there is plenty of room for pay to
exist where there has been no prospecting whatever.
Pres Ireland, of Rampart, came down the first of the
week and said Jack Welch and W. W. Crockett, Tom La
Porte and Morris Farrell, and Tom Antonson and Ole
Mathuen are among the parties ready to go in and prospect
during the coming winter. They will load their outfits
onto the first up-bound river steamer and poll them up
from the mouth of the Hosiana. It is feared the freezeup
may catch them on the way, in which case they will have
to cache their supplies and sled them the balance of the
way after snowfall.
The gold was found in up-edged slate rimrock.
FAIRBANKS MEN COINC TO HOSIANA
Alex Nicol and E. D. Bresnahan, from Fairbanks, came
in on the Schwatka last Monday morning and proceeded
on the boat on their way to the Hosiana that night. Their
destination is the second lefthand fork, lying nearer Dali
river and being a long distance from the place the Ram
part party are going.
Mr. Nicol was partner with Joe Fitzpatrick, who was
lost in the Hosiana last fall. He and Mr. Bresnahan will
continue the prospect work there throughout the winter.
ANICIGH STUNG
BY THE GOLONEL
Seattle, Aug. 3.—From the Victoria
Colonist.—The court martial that is try
ing Col. George F. Cooke, U. S. A., re
tired, charged with neglect of duty and
also with misconduct in borrowing
money from enlisted men and civilians,
reassembled at Fort Lawton today. Dr.
J. F. Hall, of Chicago, formerly post
surgeon of Fort Gibbon, Alaska, testified
concerning Colonel Cooke’s financial
transactions at the post. The court
martial, which has already been in ses
sion many weeks, promises to break
records for length. The trip to Alaska,
from which the court has just returned,
consumed several weeks, and only one
witness was examined, Joe Anicich, a
roadhouse keeper of Tanana, near Fort
Gibbon, who testified that Colonel Cooke
borrowed more than $700 from him,
giving notes, which were never paid.
The notes were offered in evidence.
See Jack Cavanaugh for well water and
light express. Scavenger work a specialty.
First Hard Frost.
A heavy frost last Saturday night
killed the tops of potato vines and dam
aged the flower gardens. Ice formed an
eighth of an inch thick. Beginning with
July 14, there have been several light
frosts, but this was the first killing one.
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tliaii can be had at other places.
Joe Anicich, Prop.
Tanana, Alaska
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PROSPECTORS ON A
LITTLE-KNOWN RIVER
T. A. Barton, who has been in Tanana
for the past ten days, spent a few weeks
during the summer on a little-known
river that is tributary to the Yukon on
the left limit opposite Melozikaket. The
river is called Unakaket and empties j
into Sixteen-mile slough, thus being j
what is known as a “blind” stream, j
Unless a person were aware of its exist
ence and on the outlook for it the Una
kaket would be passed up and its en
trance into the slough unsuspected.
F. R. Bronson, connected with the
government service in the Philippines,
but now on leave, was with Mr. Barton
on the Unakaket. They ascended the
river about a hundred miles. It cuts a
schist formation and looks favorable for
a gold-bearing stream, but they got no
colors in the surface panning they did.
Rubies, garnets and black sand were
found.
One old Indian camp was the only in
dication seen of the river having been
explored. Evidence of game was plen
tiful, especially bear, beaver and water
fowl. Trout were numerous, but they
were' the only fish. It is believed the
head of the creek wrs a long way off,
but the water was too low and the river
bed too shoaly to permit of further
ascent.
Mr. Barton was court bailiff at Fair
banks in the summer of 1909. He will
soon go out with a construction gang on
the telegraph line between Tanana and
Rampart.
PARTY OF HUNTERS
GOT THREE BEAR
Hunting has not been any better for
several years than it is at present, and
a good many gunners have been avail
ing themselves of the opportunity for
good sport.
One of the most successful parties we
have heard of was out the first part of
last week. It consisted of W. B. Rod
man, George Vautier and Cy Simpson,
and the encampment was made on the
shore of Fish lake.
All manner of small game was so
plentiful that there was no sport in
shooting any more; so the bedding and
camp equipage was assembled and a
tarpaulin spread over to keep out the
rain, when Mr. Rodman took the rifle
and went to reconnoitre the lake, while
Messrs. Vautier and Simpson crawled
under the canvas and went to sleep.
In the course of time the two sleepers
were awakened by a great slamming of
pots and pans at their feet. “Why
can’t you let us sleep?” they thought,
dreamily, believing Mr. Rodman was
willully disturbing their slumbers. Mr.
Vautier peered out from under the
cover and with a shout of “Bear! lots o’
bear!” he climbed a small birch at the
head of the pallet. The wough-woughs
on all sides that came to Mr. Simpson’s
experienced ear told him that it was
bear and lots of ’em, sure enough ; so he
pulled the covers over his face and lay
still.
The bear scampered into the tall grass
and Mr. Vautier tried to go a little
higher up the tree, the better to watch
them. The tree broke off at a rotten
knot, but he escaped falling to the
ground by holding to a lower limb. He
saw Mr. Rodman in the distance and
shouted “Bear! hurry up!” Just then
one of the bear stood on its haunches
and Mr. Rodman saw it. A few well
directed shots, and it was all over but
the skinning. There were three bear,
an old one and two cubs. Mr. Rodman
killed them all, and the cubs were fat
and tasted as good as roast pig.
Go to Nussbauin’s Barbershop for tirst
class work.