State Historical Society  _
THE UNIVERSITY COURIER.
Published weekly at the University of Kansas.
VOL. XIII.
LAWRENCE, KANSAS. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1894.
No.2.
LOGALS.
New neckwear at Levy's.
Al Evans is back for a visit.
Girls school caps at Abe Levy's.
Paul Alkman is in school again.
Weaver sells the Equipolse Waist.
Jimmie Owens, '23. enters the senior.
If you haven't a cane get it at Smith's.
The Phi Gams are wearing colors for insults.
R. I. Wood was at his home in Abilene over Sunday.
Prof. Blackmar will not publish Seminary Notes.
Ed. Davis of Leavenworth was on the hill Friday.
Brewer and Troxl took in Kansas City Saturday.
Jus Bowersock visited Lyon at Topeka over Sunday.
See Jonez, 706. Massachusetts street,
for fine groceries.
Cart Foukes of last years law class was on the hill Monday.
Galen Nichols '90 will be in school for a couple of months.
Robertson's, orchestra will furnish music for narts at cheap rates.
Miss Jesse Amy Pickering, of Olatba,
is visiting her Kappa sisters.
**If you wish to get the worth of your money, go to Pat Graham.**
Go to Smith for your brie pipes. He carries the largest line in the city.
J. M. Jones is the place to buy cheap groceries. Don't fail to see him.
New goods on sale at the Misses L. E.
and L. Engle next week. See them.
D. D. Gear returned last Saturday, and will here the rest of the year.
Mr. Weaver is sole agent in Lawrence for the celebrated Ypsilanti Underwear.
Fine fresh, cheap grocery and fruit at J.M. Jones', 706 Massachusetts street
Only a few weeks left in which to drink our cool ice soda. Lea's Drug Co.
The soph engineers are in rapture over comic sections and descriptive geometry.
R E Blackman 94 will enter the McCormick Theological institute at Chicago.
Lindborg's toilet waters, elegant for the toilet and bath. Leis Drug Co has them.
Rolla Mitchell tore himself away from his beloved, and returned to school on Monday.
See Robertson for the latest music for parties and receptions. Rates reasonable.
We have the largest assortment of pet goods in the city to select from. Leia Drug Co.
A. M. Jones, 706 Massachusetts street, sells the finest and cheapest groceries at the lowest prices.
Smith, the newdealer, carries the only line of sporting and athletic goods in the city. Eldridge House block.
Fred Buchan has entered the law school. He has been driving horses all summer, and claims he is a second Bud Dobie.
Smith, the newdealer, carries the finest line of pipes, cigars and smoking tobacco this side of Kansas City, Eldridge House block.
Roach Hogaboom has decided to forsake the University and will start Monday for Chicago, where he will enter the Rush Medical college.
Miss Effa June Scott,'30, will do work at the University until the Leseworth high school opens, when she will resume her position as principal.
See Abe Levy's new turn down collar.
"Brownie" pins at Abe Levy's, only 23cms.
Subscribe for the Courier.
Abe Levy sells the college hat
Girls and boys college caps at Abe Levy's.
See Abe Levy's new turn down collar.
Miss Lucy Watson is back to resume her work.
35ccts for Sterling silver "Brownies" at Lev's.
Miss Georgia Wilder was among the visitors Tuesday.
Miss Mabel Wilson, of Topeka, is a pleaded Kapps.
Pendell, Borton and Todd donated Phi
Gam colora Tuesday.
Pat Graham is the best, cobbler in the city. Give him a call.
The Pt Phi have pledged Misses Snow, Warcon and Miles
Miss Kate Riggs was a visitor at the University Tuesday morning.
Chipple Stone can make fourteen new blinds of foxy noise this term
Jim Harding has been rushing the new students in his own peculiar way.
SpeLLman is having his pink shirt linen-dried, the blue one is held in reserve.
Art Turner, of Peabody, and John Lee,
of Kansas City, are the new Pbi Delta
James Edmondson can saye your soles when the Salvation Army can not see him
Bowker came to school this year with three more different ways of "saying grace."
Robertson's orchestra, the finest and best music, three pieces for $8.00 an evening
Birdie Simons of Ossawatomie fame has inflicted his curly locks upon the University.
No one in the city can equal Pat Graham in mending shoes for the boys. See him on Warren street.
All factories will use smoke consumers next week to prevent the soot from soiling Chamberium's white trousers.
Miss Anna Wilder left Thursday for Lincoln, Neb., where she will enter the senior class of the State University.
Wednesday morning there were 590 students registered. This is nearly 100 more than at the same time last year.
General Wailes orchestra is better able than ever before to please the boys, and girls with the latest music for parlor and receptions.
The Telegraph club is to be organized. Under the supervision of Prof. Blake this organization has been quite successful ful in the past.
This afternoon the political seminary will meet at 4 e'clock. Prof. Blackmar will talk on the "Economic Phases of the Pullman strike."
The new men wearing Phi Psi colors are Wood and Attkinson, of Kansas City, Eaton and Robinson of Winfield and House, of Lawrence.
Lawrence Chamberlain has been in Topeca this week attending the races. He has a fine stock of ites on land which he will sell at a moderate price.
On Monday evening the gentlemen of Phi Kappa Psi very pleasantly entertained their lady friends and "rushees" with an informal hop in Fraternal Aid hall.
Jo Garrett has lost a pocket book containing $25, a meal ticket and a blond curl. Finder please return blonde curl and no questions will be asked
In the chemistry department there are larger classes than any year preceding, and Profs. Bailey and Franklin are complaining that they are cramped for room.
LETTER FROM F. FUNSTON.
Written from Rampart House Porcupine River-Eastern Boundary Line of Alaska.
To give even a faint idea of my experiences since Forty Mile creek on the Yukon August 25 of last year is out of the question, for it would be as large a job as writing a book and I am too inermally ornery to write a long letter even to my best friends. I shall only attempt to give you an outline of my travels and fill in the details when I see you again.
To begin: I left Forty Mile creek alone in an eighteen foot row boat on August 25, 1893 having in the boat besides my botanical collecting outfit, four hundred pounds of flour, bacon, dried fruit and other provisions, a lot of stuff for barter with the natives, my rifle, shotgun and myself. In all the boat carried fully a ton of stuff. For six days I rowed and drifted down the Yukon camping on shore at night. It was an enjoyable ride, the weather being perfect and everything going smoothly. The river was nearly a mile wide with high bluffs, hills and mountains on both sides.
On the evening of the sixth day I reached Chief Senate's village here, seeing the first sign of human beings since I had left Forty Mile. This place is about eight miles above the mouth of the Percupine river which I expected to ascend. From Chief Senates' camp for three hundred miles the Yukon flows through a flat country and has an average width of eight miles being largely nilled up with islands, some of them comprising hundreds of acres. The great width of the river and the immense islands makes it almost impossible for a stranger to find the mouth of the Percupine, so by the vigorous use of signs, for the devils don't know a word of English, I got a young buck who knew the river to accompany me. We two and gone only a short distance when we met another young Indian who wanted to go with us, so I took him on board.
In the meantime I pitched my tent to await the arrival of the Porcupine Indians. On the ninth the long looked for best arrived with a crew of nine of the wildest looking cannabals you ever saw, big, swarthy, wild looking devils dressed in deer skins, and on the eleventh, we started on one of the best trips that any white man ever took.
The boat was about forty feet long.
The fall rains now began and kept up relentlessly until it got so confoundedly cold that it couldn't rain any more. On September 2 we crossed the Arctic circle and the next day camped at the mouth of the Porcupine river, on the site of the Hudson Bay company's trading posts of Fort Yukon, which was abandoned twenty years ago, the only signs of which now are a few decaying logs. At this place I was tortunate enough to find a white man, a fur trader by the name of Beaumont, who had been there all summer. I had expected to get natives at this place to "track." or tow, my boat up the river, as the current of the Porcupine is so swift that any other means of ascending it is out of the question, but Beaumont told me that he was soon expecting some Indians down from Rampart house with the big five barge belonging to the English mission at that place, for the purpose of taking up the river, not only the supplies for the missionary, but a few goods he was going to have a young Indian trade for furs for him. As there would be room in the barge for my stuff I decided to leave the boat at the Yukon and go up to impart house with the Indians
eight feet beam and six feet depth of hold. The means of propelling was a line 500 feet long at the ends of which the Indians were barnecered tandem and towed the boat against a six mile current. I had the privilege of riding on the deck of the barge, but to keep from shivering myself into fragments with the cold rain and everlasting north wind I took my place on the tucking place, where although wet to the skin, the exercise kept me reasonably warm. The river was generally from a quarter to a half mile wide with such villainous banks that we were kept wacing most of the time. One hundred and eleven times we were compelled to cross the river in order to get a bank that we could walk on.
On the twentieth ice began running in the river and it looked as if the internal stream were going into winter quarters before we reached our destination, but at six p. m. on the twentieth-third we pulled up at Rampart house just thirteen days from the Yukon about 200 miles and twenty-nine days since I left Forry Mile 300 miles farther up the Yukon.
Rampart house had been for several years a for trading port of the Hudson Bay company, but was abandoned a few years ago when that company withdrew entirely from the basin of the Yukon. At the same time an English missionary, Rev C. G Wallis, who had been engaged in saving the souls of the natives, folded up his surplus and sought a warmer climate in the mother country. His place was taken by Rev B. Totty about six weeks before my arrival and immediately began weeding the tares out of the Master's vineyard.
When the Hudson Bay company's trader abandoned this place he left a fairly respectable log cabin, one room of which it fitted up the best I could and for the next nine months it was to me "Home Sweet Home" with a vengeance, serving as reception room, sitting room, sleeping room, dining room, kitchen, pantry and wood shed.
The night of our arrival a heavy snow fell and the next day the river was lam ful of ice.
The days and weeks dragged along monotonously enough. There were plenty of caribou about, but the weather was so infernally cold that I could not hunt and beakles it looked like a waste of energy when I could buy from the natives a whole deer for fifty cents worth of tobacco. I saw a magnificent sight November 8. A band of about 600 caribou running before a northeast gale the natives got after them and killed more than forty
I was becoming anxious to test my qualities as a snow shoe artist and the opportunity came when four Indians determined to make the trip to Fort McPherson two hundred miles to the eastward. We took three sleds drawn by four dogs tandem. These were loaded with some stuff for the mills at Fort McPearson and our bedding cooking outf and dry meat for the dogs and ourselves. All were dressed in furs from head to foot and of course were snow shoes as the beautiful snow was waist deep on the level. On Nov. 17 we started, traveling as if his satanic majesty were directly behind us, running nearly all the time, and most of the time in the dark, the sun having disappeared for the last time on the 16th, and now we had only about four hours of twilight each day. Whenever we were worn out, which was about five or six p., in, we just bunked down in the snow, drew our furs around us and slept the sleep of the righteous. We lived on dry meat, deer tallow and tea.
On the 26th, ten days after leaving Rampart House, we reached the fort.
Fort McPherson is the most northwest-erly post occupied by the Hudson Bav company and the only one north of the Arctic circle. To say that the inhabitants of this conservative place were surprised at the arrival of a white man overland from Alaska would be expressing it mildly.
Heavens. It is a lovely place. They hear from the outside world only once a year. We had four days of much needed rest and on December 1 started on the return covering the two hundred miles in eight days going as hard as we could "lick it" down for ten hours a day. Talk of sore feet and limbs and stiff joints when every step was a torture—it nearly makes me slip to think of it I was in a pitiful condition when we reached Rampart House—sore, stiff, worn down to skin and bone and nearly all the epidermus frosted off from my highly intellectual mug. I had snowshoes the round trip of 400 miles in seventeen days, exclusive of the five days rest and slept out of doors and lived on food that a respectable dog would disdain. I carried my U. S. weather beaieu thermometers on the trip. The maximum temperature in the twenty-two days was 31 deg, below zero. The minimum 52 deg. below. Gawd Eddie just think of your only gry sleeping out of doors when he needed but open his little eye to see the stars, with the thermometer 52 deg. below zero.
I hung up at the Rampart House the remainder of the winter counting the long dark days as they dragged themselves along. On January 25, Old Soul reappeared after an absence of seventy days remaining only two minutes, but each day showing himself a few minutes longer until now it is light all night.
During the winter I had a row with the Indians, but that is a long, long story suffice it to say that I came very near potting a lot of fellows who were going to knock in my door because I had given one of them a cut with my dog whip.
I made a very hard trip, but one which paid me, to visit the San Francisco Whaling fleet in winter quarters on Herschel Island. There were the steam whalers "Balaena," "Nawahal," "Karbul," "Newport," "Jeanette," "Grampur" and "Mary D. Hume" manned by three hundred white men and a hundred Eontumax. If the people at Fort McPharson were surprised at n.y arrival you may imagine the state of mind of the whalers when I showed up. They thought it the biggest thing they had ever heard of and nearly killed me with kindness. You should see the games of base ball on the ice of the Arctic ocean with the thermometer twenty degrees below zero, the wind blowing a gale and so full of snow that the pitcher had to locate the batter by compass. They have a league formed from the officers and crew and get oceans of fun out of it. After a pleasant visit of four days I started for Rampart house and reached there after an absence of thirty-nine days and have been here ever since.
The ice is breaking up now and in a few days I start down the river and about July 10 will connect with a steamer and get the first news from home since I left a year and a half ago. I expect to reach San Francisco along in October and thence home FRED FUNSTON.
In another part of this issue will be found a letter from Fred Fueston to Prof. Franklin. With expurgations and annotations it is a very readable and an extremely interesting account of some of his experiences in the wilds of Alaska.
Rob Masters and Carl Foukes, of Topeka, attended the Phi Psi hop Monday evening.
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