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May Kellogg Sullivan
May Kellogg Sullivan was an American writer and explorer known for her adventurous spirit and travel writing. She is best remembered for her book "A Woman Who Went to Alaska" (1902), which recounts her experiences during the Klondike Gold Rush and her time spent in the harsh Alaskan wilderness. Sullivan's work provides a unique perspective as a woman traveler in a predominantly male environment, offering insight into the challenges and adventures of frontier life. Her vivid descriptions and personal reflections contribute to the early 20th-century literature on exploration and the American frontier.
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CHAPTER I THE MINER'S REASONS A furious blizzard was raging. Six or eight miners of various ages were huddled around the stove in a little road-house where they were likely to remain storm-bound for several days. "Chuck some more wood into that bloomin' fire and fill up my pipe if you fellers want a yarn from me," said one, when they had besieged him for a story with which to pass the...
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UNDER WAY. Y first trip from California to Alaska was made in the summer of 1899. I went alone to Dawson to my father and brother, surprising them greatly when I quietly walked up to shake hands with them at their work. The amazement of my father knew no bounds,—and yet I could see a lot of quiet amusement beneath all when he introduced me to his friends, which plainly said: "Here is my...
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