<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>
<h3>LIFE AT GOLOVIN.</h3>
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<p class="firstp">UR first duty after arriving at Golovin
was to look up our freight, which
seemed to be in a general mix-up. Each
person was searching on the beach
and in the warehouse for something.
For my part, I was greatly concerned
over the probable loss of a case of
coal oil, and a box containing wool
blankets, feather pillow, and other
things too precious to lose after paying
freight, especially as some of the articles could
not be replaced, and all were useful and necessary.
The "Elk's" crew had dumped the freight promiscuously
upon the frozen sands, considering
their duty at that point done, and no assurance was
given us that the freight was all there, or that it
was in good condition. The risk was all ours. We
could find it or lose it—that did not concern the
"Elk." As we had no idea as to the honesty of
the community in which we had come to reside, and
little confidence in some of the "Elk's" passengers
who were also receiving freight, we visited the
beach a number of times during the first two days.
While at Nome and packing up to leave I had
remembered the story of the person who, going to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185"></SPAN></span>
market, put all the eggs into one basket, and for
that reason, when an accident occurred, she lost
the whole lot; while, if she had placed them in two
baskets, one-half might have-been saved. For this
reason I then packed my blankets in two boxes,
and now as one was missing I was glad I had done
so, for to be entering upon a cold, long winter
without woolen blankets would be hard lines indeed.</p>
<p>The first day was spent by the boys in hauling
baggage and freight into the old school house,
near the mission, which was to be our store room
for a time. This building was made of logs, sod
and mud plaster, with small doors and windows,
and thatched roof, now overgrown with grass and
weeds.</p>
<p>It had long-been deserted, or given over to
storing purposes, as the new school and church
building was put up alongside, and was being used
at the present time. We would unpack as little as
possible, while the Mission family remained, as their
house was too small to accommodate comfortably
so many. Mr. H. was like the old woman who lived
in a shoe, for he really had such a family that he
was puzzled as to what disposition he should make
of them. However, the men were all lodged in the
new school building, as it was vacation time, and
no session; trunks and baggage, except bedding,
were put in the store house.</p>
<p>The Eskimo children and the women occupied<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186"></SPAN></span>
the second floor of the mission. Mr. H. had his
room on the first floor, oftentimes shared with
some visiting missionary or friend, and I was the
best lodged of all. The big velvet couch in the sitting-room
by the fire was allotted to me, and I slept
luxuriously, as well as comfortably. The newest
and most modern article of furniture in the establishment,
this couch, was soft, wide, and in a warm,
cozy corner of the room.</p>
<p>From being lodged above a bar-room in Nome,
I had come to a parlor in the Mission, and I was
well pleased with the changed atmosphere, as well
as the reduction of charges; for, whereas I had paid
five dollars per week for my small, unfurnished
room there, I now paid nothing, except such help
as I could give the women in the house.</p>
<p>I felt, too, that I had earned, by my hard work
during the summer, all the rest and comfort I could
get, and I thoroughly enjoyed the change. Where
among the drones and laggards is one who can find
such sweets as well-earned rest and comfort after
labor? What satisfaction to feel the joy all one's
own. None assisted in the earning, and consequently
none expected a division of reward. It was
all my own. If this is selfishness, it is surely a refined
sort, and excusable.</p>
<p>I was not, however, the only one in the Mission
who enjoyed a well-earned rest. Each one of our
party of seven had worked for months as hard
and harder than I, and all found a vacation as pleasing,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187"></SPAN></span>
while the Mission people had the same round
of work and as much as they could accomplish all
the year round.</p>
<p>The day after our arrival at Golovin was Sunday.
The weather was clear and sunny, but cold. We
were now not only to have a vacation ourselves, but
could give our working clothes a rest as well, and
I took great pleasure in unearthing a good black
dress which was not abbreviated as to length, surprising
my friends by my height, after being in
short skirts so long. It was really Sunday now,
and we wore our Sunday clothes for the first time
in months, not having had an opportunity for Sabbath
observance in the work we had done at Nome.</p>
<p>To complete our enjoyment of the good day,
there was the organ in the sitting-room, and upon
my first entering the room, and seeing the instrument
I had drawn a deep sigh of inward delight.
To find an organ, yes, two of them, for there was
also one standing in the schoolroom, or little
church, was to feel sure of many bright and happy
hours during the coming winter, and I felt more
than ever that for strangers in the Arctic world we
were, indeed, highly favored.</p>
<p>It was not long before I discovered that with at
least two of our party of seven music was a passion,
for Ricka, as well as Mr. B., could never have
enough, and it was a pleasure to see the real and
unaffected delight upon their faces when I played.
We were really quite well supplied with musical instruments,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188"></SPAN></span>
for there were now in the Mission two
guitars, one mandolin, a violin and a few harmonicas,
besides the two organs, while as for vocalists
everybody sang from Mr. H. down to the Eskimo
boys, girls and the baby.</p>
<p>But this day's climax was the three o'clock dinner,
prepared by Miss E. Could anything be more
restful to three tired restaurant workers than to sit
quietly in easy chairs, allow others to prepare the
meal and invite them to partake, without having
given a thought to the preparation of the same,
gaining, as we did, a knowledge of what was coming
only by the pleasant odors proceeding from the
kitchen? Certainly not, and the increased appetite
that comes with this rest is only a part of the enjoyment.
So when we were seated at the table on
Sunday, the second day of our arrival at Golovin,
before us fresh roast mutton, baked potatoes,
stewed tomatoes, coffee, bread and butter, with
pickles, and a most delicious soup made of dried
prunes, apricots, raisins and tapioca for dessert, we
were about the happiest people in Alaska and appreciated
it immensely. What bread Miss E. did
make, with slices as large as saucers, not too thin,
snowy, but fresh and sweet. What coffee from the
big pot, with Eagle brand cream from the pint can
having two small holes in the top, one to admit air
and the other to let the cream out. Nothing had
tasted so good to us since we had come home, as
hungry children, from school. As then, we were<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189"></SPAN></span>
care-free, if only for a little while, and we were a
jolly, happy crowd.</p>
<p>In the evening, when the children were once in
bed, we all gathered in the sitting-room for music,
stories and plans for the future, including the placing
of a few new strings on the musical instruments
and tuning of the same. Mr. H. had gone to the
Home the afternoon before, so there had been no
preaching service as ordinarily in the little schoolhouse
across the road. The boys were talking of
going to the Home across the bay next day in a
boat, but a wind came up which finally developed
into a stout southwester, and Monday was a most
disagreeable day. Alma worked on a fur cap, to
practise, she said, on some one before making her
own. Ricka mended mittens and other garments
for the boys, while I sewed on night clothes for
the little Eskimo baby.</p>
<p>The child was probably between three and four
years old, but nobody knew exactly, for she was
picked up on the beach, half dead, a year before,
by the missionary, where she was dying of neglect.
Her mother was dead, and her grandfather was
giving her the least attention possible, so that she
was sickly, dirty and starved. She had well repaid
the kind people who took her into the Mission,
being now fat and healthy, as well as quite intelligent.
She was a real pet with all the women immediately,
being the youngest of this brood of
twenty youngsters and having many cunning little<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190"></SPAN></span>
ways. In appearance she looked like a Japanese,
as, in fact, all Eskimos do, having straight black
hair, and eyes shaped much like those of these people,
while all are short and thick of stature, with
few exceptions.</p>
<p>Among this score of little natives there were
some who were very bright. All were called by
English names, and Peter, John, Mary, Ellen and
Susan, as well as Garfield, Lincoln and George
Washington, with many others, became familiar
household words, though the two last named were
grown men, and now gone out from the Mission
into houses of their own.</p>
<p>As to the dressing of these children, it was also in
English fashion, except for boots, which were always
muckluks, and parkies of fur for outside garments,
including, perhaps, drill parkies for mild
weather, or to pull on over the furs, when it rained
or snowed, to keep out the water. As the weather
grew more severe, heavy cloth or fur mittens were
worn, and little calico and gingham waists and
dresses were discarded for flannel ones.</p>
<p>The children, for weeks after our arrival, ran out
often to play, bareheaded and without wraps, having
frequently to be reminded when the weather
was severe, to put them on. In the kitchen they
had their own table, where they were separately
served, though at the same time as their elders at
another table in the room. To preserve the health
of the little ones, not taking entirely away their native<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191"></SPAN></span>
foods of seal meat and oil, tom-cod (small fish),
reindeer meat and wild game, these were fed to
them on certain days of the week, as well as other
native dishes dear to the Eskimo palate, but they
were well fed at all times, and grew fat and hearty
as well as happy.</p>
<p>As we sewed contentedly in the sitting-room on
Monday the storm continued, snowing and blowing
a gale from the southwest, which, though not disturbing
us even slightly, we felt sure would be bad
for those at sea and at Nome; our own experiences
at that place giving us always a large sympathy for
others in similar plight. Long afterwards we
learned that in this storm the "Elk" had been
blown ashore at Nome, and was pretty thoroughly
disabled, if not entirely wrecked, and we wondered
if poor cook Jim had "done been mighty busy, sah,
gittin' tings fixed" ever since.</p>
<p>When evening came the children and Baby Bessie
were put to bed; work, indoors and out, was
finished for that day, and we were twelve in the
sitting-room, as merry a crowd as one could find
in all Alaska. Miss J. had taken a lesson on the
organ in the afternoon and was all interested in
making progress on that instrument, assuring her
friends who declared she would never practise her
lessons, that she certainly would do so, as they
would afterwards learn.</p>
<p>The winds might sigh and moan, and whirl the
falling snow in the darkness as they liked; waters<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192"></SPAN></span>
congeal under the fingers of the frost king, closing
the mouth of innumerable creeks, rivers, and bays;
but here under cover we had light, health, warmth
and food, without a single care. In my cozy, soft
bed under the blankets, the firelight playing on the
walls, the fine organ open and ready for use, I lay
often with wide open eyes, wondering if I were myself
or another.</p>
<p>In one corner of the room stood a case containing
books enough to supply us with reading matter
for a year, those printed in Swedish being, of
course, of no use to me, but a variety of subjects
were here presented in English, ranging from
Drummond's "Natural Law in the Spiritual
World" to nursery rhymes for the children. Volumes
on medicine, law, science, travels, stories,
ethics and religion—all were here for the instruction
and edification of inmates of the Mission. In
another corner there was a large case of medicines,
and here were remedies in powders, liquids, salves
and pills, drawers filled with lint, bandages, cotton,
and books of instruction teaching the uses of all.
Even surgical instruments were found here, as well
as appliances for emergencies, from broken and
frozen limbs, mad-dog bites, and "capital operations,"
to a scratched finger or the nose-bleed.</p>
<p>This outfit was for the use of any and all, without
charge, who should be so unfortunate as to
require assistance of this sort in this region. Without
money and without price, the only case of remedies<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_193" id="Page_193"></SPAN></span>
for many miles around, this Mission provided
for all suffering ones who applied, and during the
winter many were relieved and assisted toward recovery.</p>
<p>In the third corner of this room stood the large
cabinet organ, nearly new, and in good condition.
Instruction books, hymnals, "Gospel Hymns,"
small collections of words without music, Swedish
songs—all were here in abundance.</p>
<p>The fourth corner contained my couch-bed. A
heating stove, made of sheet iron, a table with its
pretty spread, a large student lamp, easy chairs, a
pretty ingrain rug covering the floor, window
shades and lace curtains, with pictures and Scripture
texts upon the wall, completed the room furnishings,
making a homey place, which for years
had been a haven of refuge for the homeless Eskimo
children. Besides these, it had given food,
shelter and clothing to many a white-faced wanderer,
who came penniless, hungry and cold, perhaps
ill and starving.</p>
<p>About seven years before this unpretending, now
weather-beaten house had been erected, and the
kindly little dark-eyed man put in charge was at
once at home. He was blessed with rare versatility
and patience, as well as a great heart of love
for all mankind, including the dark-skinned, seal-eating
races of the Arctic.</p>
<p>From a door-latch to a baby's cradle, from a log-house
to a sail-boat rigged with runners on the
ice, he planned, contrived and executed, principally<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194" id="Page_194"></SPAN></span>
for others, for years. Here we found, in one room,
from his hands a bedstead, a table, and a washstand
commode, all made in white wood, of regulation
size, shape and pattern, though without
paint or staining. Relegated now to an upper
room, since the velvet couch had arrived, was a
long, wooden settle, with back, ends and sliding
seat, the latter to be pushed forward upon legs and
made into double bed at night.</p>
<p>One day in the winter, when searching for open
places under the roof through which the snow was
sifting, wetting the ceiling of the room below, I
found in the attic a number of curious things, and
among them a child's cradle. Not all the thought
of the good man had been given to the needs of
the "grown-ups," but the small, weak and helpless
ones of his flock had received their equal share of
attention. The cradle was well made with solid
high sides and ends, and curved upper edges,
swinging low and easily upon its two strong rockers.
All was smooth, well finished, and rounded,
though there was no paint nor varnish, these articles
being doubtless unprocurable and not deemed
strictly essential. Near by were the remnants of a
white fox robe fitting the cradle. It was made of
baby fox skin, fine, soft and pretty. A flannel lining
with a pinked-out edge completed what had
once been a lovely cover for baby, whether with
white face or black, and I fell to wishing I might
have seen the complete outfit in its former days.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195" id="Page_195"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>From the rafters of the attic hung articles of
wearing apparel of curious make and pattern,
sometimes of skins of the wild reindeer or spotted
seal. Of old mittens and muckluks there were
numbers, still preserved for the good they had
done or might yet do at piecing out somewhere.
There were things for which I had not yet learned
the uses, but might do so before the cold winter
had passed. There were also many fur skins, and
new articles of value stored in the attic.</p>
<p>Tuesday, October twenty-third, the weather was
not cold, but snow fell part of the day, and it grew
dark about half-past four in the afternoon. The
gale of Monday had subsided, and the sky was
overcast. The steamer "Sadie" of the Alaska Commercial
Company surprised us by coming into
Golovin, and again suddenly we fell to letter writing
in order to send them out by her, remaining several
hours as she always did to unload freight and
baggage, for this would positively be our last
steamer. Outside the boys worked as industriously
as we women. In the old log-house, a hundred feet
from our door, was the building now used for a
woodshed. Here, upon a big "double-decker"
saw-buck, two of the boys, with the big saw between
them, worked away, hour after hour, at the
great logs of driftwood brought from the beach, as
this was the only kind of fuel here used, and much
was needed for the winter fires.</p>
<p>When I had finished my work of sewing, and it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196" id="Page_196"></SPAN></span>
grew too dark to thread needles, between that hour
and the one for the lamp lighting, I was usually
seated at the organ, and our music was not all
Hymns from the Hymnals, certainly. There were
marches and polkas, and sprightly waltzes, too, and
nothing was ever tabooed, though these classic
selections were always omitted on Sunday. None
ever minded how long I sat at the organ, or how
many times a day a certain piece was played, and
a few could never be sated; but I took good care
that my work never lagged, and a duty was never
neglected for such pleasure, thereby making it always
the recreation and enjoyable exercise it was
intended to be and not tiresome.</p>
<p>Miss J. now took a lesson on the instrument
each day for a half hour after the lamps were lighted,
and as she had already had a few lessons, and
could play a few hymns, she was much interested
in acquiring a further knowledge which would be
helpful in church and Sunday school services. Miss
E., too, thought of beginning lessons if she could
find time from her manifold duties as house-mother
of the numerous flock, and did take a few lessons
before they moved away.</p>
<p>In the evening there was always singing, for
some were sure to be present then, who had been
absent during the day. Perhaps Mr. H. had arrived
with a Christian native from the Home, to
spend the night before going back on the morrow,
with supplies of some sort for the completion of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_197" id="Page_197"></SPAN></span>
his new house. He now headed the two establishments
and vibrated between them, simply camping
at the new place and enjoying everything of home
life possible in the Mission. At jokes and repartee
he was as good as the best of them, and always enjoyed
a laugh like the youngest.</p>
<p>A level head and firm hand had this Swedish missionary
of long experience. From a dozen or more
years at Yakutat, in southern Alaska, where he had
done invaluable work for that Mission, he had
come about two years before to Golovin Bay, and
now had, besides the Eskimo children in that place,
over four hundred government reindeer in charge.
For these he kept a number of experienced and
trusty native drivers, and these either lived in his
Mission or with their families near at hand, as a
few of them now were married.</p>
<p>This herd of animals was kept upon the hills
where the reindeer moss grew in plenty, for they
could not, and would not, eat anything else if they
literally starved to death, and they were now five
miles away. To remove this great family of a
score and more with their belongings over the ice,
a distance of twelve miles in winter by dog-team,
getting settled in a large frame building, unplastered,
and upon a bleak, unprotected shore,
was an undertaking which would have discouraged
most men; especially as a shipload of needed supplies
for their new Home, including furniture, had
been lost at sea, leaving them short of many such<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_198" id="Page_198"></SPAN></span>
necessities. But this was not all. The whole reindeer
herd and their drivers, with their several families,
were also to be moved near the new Home,
and to fresh moss pastures.</p>
<p>Near the Home was a good-sized creek of fresh
and pure water, which ran singing along through
the hills to the ocean, and for this reason the site
had been selected and built upon.</p>
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