EPISODE 228 YUKON DIARY PERMAFROST IN AN OLD MINING ADIT IN YUKON (summer of 1962)
Placer gold was discovered on Haggart Creek in 1895 and on Dublin Gulch in 1898. The first hard rock claims were recorded in Oct/1901 and included Dublin Lode (2404), North Star and numerous other claims. In 1904 a 14 m adit was driven on the Dublin Lode claim. By 1912, development work had been recorded on five separate claim groups. On the Stewart-Catto claim group (Happy Jack (8029) and Victoria (8022) claims) recorded in Jun-Oct/08, two adits were driven, the first 38 m long and off vein, and the second a 600 m crosscut which included 23 m of drifting on vein. On the Olive claim (8025) recorded in Jun/08, a 21 meter adit was driven, the last metre of which was on the vein. Trenching and pitting was performed on the Shamrock claim group, while an 8 m shaft was sunk on the Blue Lead claim group (8049), recorded in Dec/09.
T. McKay and A.H. Martin tied on Bob (55056), Mucking Futch, and other claims to the Olive claim in Nov/37, prospected with pits and shallow shafts in 1938 and sold the claims to Treadwell Yukon Ltd, which performed more trenching. The property was transferred to Keno Hill Mining Company Ltd in 1946.
Restaked as Avoca, etc cl (59052) in Oct/48 by J.B. O’Neill and J.J. Colt, who explored with hand and bulldozer trenching in 1949-54, sold an interest in 1958 to E.H. Barker, who trenched in 1958-61 and sold the property to Peso Silver Mines Ltd in 1962. Peso performed trenching in 1962.”
JANUARY 16, 2021 SHORT NOTE TO READERS.
Well, I have now reached Episode 224 in my attempt to relieve the terrible stress we are all living through…a double terror really. First is the pandemic which has made our planet and our lives a nightmare from which there seems no escape. Second is the terror instituted by the President of the United States whose malignant narcissism has made one big lie into an insurrection.
I hope these Episodes relieve tension somewhat. My worry is that the Episodes are far too self centred. For that I apologize. I am currently in the middle of my Yukon Diary …events that I found unforgettable. Humourous. Tragic. Human. Historical. Hard to believe really…but that summer of 1962 really happened. I hope you are able to escape into the past as I have done. Vicariously. I am enjoying the recall. Please see the Episodes that way.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o’-love, the lady that’s known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger’s face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There’s men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he’d do,
And I turned my head—and there watching him was the lady that’s known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands—my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?—
Then you’ve a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that’s banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman’s love—
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true—
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge,—the lady that’s known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil’s lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
‘Twas the crowning cry of a heart’s despair, and it thrilled you through and through—
“I guess I’ll make it a spread misere,” said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
And it seemed to say, “Repay, repay,” and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill . . . then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And “Boys,” says he, “you don’t know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I’ll bet my poke they’re true,
That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew.”
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan ,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that’s known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with “hooch,” and I’m not denying it’s so.
I’m not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two—
The woman that kissed him and—pinched his poke—was the lady that’s known as Lou.
Humans and elephants evolved in the same African dry savanna. That’s why elephant fossils offer a clue on the type of environment in which our ancestors lived. An analysis of DNA painstakingly retrieved from an ancient mastodon tooth has further pushed back the time when mammoths split off from elephants. It appears that the mammoths and Asian elephants split about 5.8 to 7.7 million years ago when humans and apes could have shared a common ancestor.
It appears that environmental changes at the time caused a massive period of speciation (species formation) in Africa. “Until recently, scientists believed that humans and chimps last shared a common ancestor about 5 million years ago. But fossil studies and genetic discoveries in recent years have pushed this date back by at least 1 million years.” said Paul Matheus at the University of Alaska in Fairbanks, US.
Now, Matheus team employs a mastodon tooth recovered in Alaska to revise the evolutionary history of mammoths and elephants, previously believed to have diverged from each other about 5 million years ago. Mastodons are elephant related animals, with elephant-like build, but with straighter tusks, longer body, longer head, shorter limbs and more primitive teeth. Fossil data showed that mastodons split from elephants about 24 million to 28 million years ago.
The Alaskan mastodon tooth was estimated to be 50,000 to 130,000 years old. The mastodon DNA was extracted from 30 grams of ground tooth. They sequenced the whole mitochondrial DNA of the mastodon, about 16,000 pairs of nucleotid pairs. They were compared with similar DNA sequences from African elephants, Asian elephants and mammoths (mammoths were just hairy species of elephants).
As the fossils showed mastodons split off from elephants about 26 million years ago, the researchers could calculate the rhythm of mutation accumulations in time, called the evolutionary clock.