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Sunday, April 26, 2015

BOBILLIER, MARCEL (6A) (114 ENG -- 113 Fran)



     BOBILLIER, MARCEL (6A) (114 ENGLISH)

Finally towards 8:00 at night, we reached the important Stewart River, and the poat of the same name. This Stewart Post is a very pleasant area.The river there is very wide and flows in a valley between very high hills where the green poplars mis among the more somber pines.  The vegetation is very vaied and dense and doesn't resemble that dry and rocky plateau found at Fort Selkirk.

At 6:00 we re-embarked.  The scenery, after the Selkirk River certainly does not lack in interest with the high rocky cliffs which overhang the valley and the  elevated hills which blur or soften  the horizon in the direction of Alaska.  The sides of these hills were ravaged by an enormous forest fire this past spring.

Not one living being is seen during the whole morning.

Towards noon, we dry up after a first heavy rain storm.  Luckily I have a rubber rain coat that protects me; my drenched companions find refuge under an oilskin/canvass which covers the baggage. We stop to dry up and to eat a bite.  We're barely on our way when a second storm surprises us.  An encampment of wood-cutters/lumberjacks were close by.  We headed directly for them while the rain drummed down on our baggage.  At the encampment we found a good cabin of Whites who were not the________..

Since we are only 30 miles from Dawson, I suggested we continue because I wanted to be there for Sunday.  But my companions objected that it was too late ***and that we were too wet, ***furthermore we'd endure other storms because the sky was overcast_and the baby could become ill, etc__then I thought of another solution_.I'll leave them my boat and get on  the steamboat "Whitehorse" which was coming in about one hour or two.

We raised the white flag at the end of along stick to notify the captain to dtop so wee waited.  Toward 8 o'clock, Indians posted at the summit of the neigjhboring rocks signaled the arrival of the stea

mboat.  We waved the flag; the boat's fog-horn was heard as a sign that they knew  we were there a d they slowly berthed along us.  They gave me a plank which I crossed over.  Then the boat left.

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