By Land and By Air

well as to political meetings. I recall a meeting when I was about eight years old, when the opposition said we were $4,000.00 in debt and their grandchildren would have to pay for it; I doubt if it is paid for yet.

When John L. Sullivan was in Dawson in 1902 under an assumed name, wanting to arrange a fight, he came into a tavern with several followers, and went to the bar and pushed a MacLeod from Dundas, Prince Edward Island, whom my father knew quite well.

The man from Dundas was not to take this insult, and after sizing up this big man who had pushed him aside, grabbed him by the collar and swung him off his feet. This started the fight and the man from Dundas, Prince Edward Island, struck him and floored him. When he got up, he stated, ”I do not like fighting for fun - why don’t we put on the gloves and see who is the best man?” The man from Dundas said, ”I only like to fight for fun” and returned to the bar. What was his surprise and ours, when he found he was fighting with John L. Sullivan, the world heavyweight champion at that time, which was my father’s way of saying, “you never know who you may meet when you mix with strangers.”

When one reads the stories of the gold rush, one usually thinks about Soapy Smith in Skagway, who usually stole from the miners on their way through the town. Well, he was finally gunned down by the Mayor, who killed him from his home. My father was nearby when the shooting took place, and as usual, everyone nearby rushed to the scene of the shooting. When pictures were taken, my father put his hand up on a post so he would be able to pick himself out. He was quite proud of this picture; it was placed on the clock in Little Sands - I still have the picture. I still have a few mementos of the gold rush, such as a large piece of gold, a watch chain made of nuggets from

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