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a tavern in Dawson and after fighting for about an hour, they sat down for a rest and they inquired their names - they were both McKelvies and after many inquiries where they came from - their father’s and mother’s name - they found they were brothers who had never met. They left arm in arm.

My father liked to bake sourdough bread. One day two ladies called at his cabin to ask directions. He invited them in for a cup of tea and offered them some bread which they gladly accepted. After they left he found out he had been visited by President McKinley’s wife and friend.

He knew very well Rev. John Pringle a minister from Murray Harbour, Prince Edward Island, who made quite a name for himself in the North. There are few people who do not know his name.

One day when Pringle was walking along and saw a man beating his dog, he stepped up and said, ”That is enough.” The man said, ”You are hiding behind your collar.” Pringle pulled off his collar and said, ”Hit that dog once more to your peril." The man in question was a noted tough guy. That incident lifted Pringle’s name, and no one ever taunted him again, as he was a big man. My father’s partner's name was Hastler and when his son was born he told Pringle that the name to Christen him was to be Jack MacDonald. Pringle said, ”You mean John" and Hastler said, “I would not call my yellow dog John." When Pringle was leaving the North, they had a time for him and when he Opened his gift, it was a herring and he said, ”this is for the wrong man” and he walked down and gave it to my father. They then gave Pringle a gold watch.

My father knew a retired Mountie quite well, who asked him to go out in the country to an Indian dance. They had an excellent time. It was the only time I ever heard of my father playing the fiddle, although he made a

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