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Lake County Bee January 6, 1898
Ed Knust left for San Francisco Sunday enroute to the Alaska gold fields. He will remain in the city until February.
Lake County Bee January 20, 1898
The Klondike fever has struck our town - Will Reynolds and Mr. & Mrs. Wm. Taylor are sure to go soon. Mrs. Clara Wilson has already left and it is understood that there are others who will follow in their footsteps.
J.K. Fraser left for the city Monday enroute to the Klondike.
P.W. Reed, W.R. McIntire, S. Shore and son, Tommy left on Thursday morning for the Klondike. They will go by rail to Seattle and will sail from there on the 10th for Skagway. A large number of friends were present Thursday morning to see them depart and wish then success.
Lake County Bee February 3 1898
It is reported that the Klondike expedition in which J.K. Fraser is interested has been given up. It was the intention of the promoters to build a steamer on Lake Linderman, but they have found that it is impossible to secure transportation for their machinery to Dyea. Failing in San Francisco, they tried Puget Sound ports, but teh capacity of every vessel seems to be engaged for the full season.
Lake County Bee May 12, 1898
An Alaska Letter
George Clendenin writes an interesting leter to Deputy Sheriff Reynonds, portions of which he allows us to publish. It is dated aboard the steamer Valencia, April 18, at Copper river..
It is 10 o’clock, p.m., and I am out on the deck writing this letter by daylight.
If you remember, the morning I left I remarked how hard it was for me to realize that I was going to start to Alaska and it has been that way all along. About the only time the fact that I am entirely homeless stares me in the face is when somebody asks me where I am from: I study a little while and tell them from California. Then I study a little a while longer and say to myself, “yes” and a blank long way from California. I suppose, though, that I will begin to come to in a day or so, as this evening we pulled in sight of our future home, and are now anchored in sight of the place where we expect to hitch ourselves up to our little sleds and star out in search of hidden wealth.
I think our little band of Lakeporters are in about as good spirits as any of them. I came in the stateroom today and caught the barber singing. “our feet are almost there.” (I believe you have heard him sing.) Of course there is plenty of time for our lips to fall for we have had none of the real experience yet, but we have made up our minds to feel good as long as we can....
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