Down the Yukonby Will Hobbs
The great race across Alaska!
As Dawson City goes up in flames, Jason Hawthorn itches to join the new rush for gold in Nome, 1,700 miles away. He and his brothers have been cheated out of their sawmill, so when a $20,000 prize is announced for the winner of a race to Nome, Jason enters. His partner in the canoe is Jamie Dunavant, the adventurous girl he loves.
The great race across Alaska!
As Dawson City goes up in flames, Jason Hawthorn itches to join the new rush for gold in Nome, 1,700 miles away. He and his brothers have been cheated out of their sawmill, so when a $20,000 prize is announced for the winner of a race to Nome, Jason enters. His partner in the canoe is Jamie Dunavant, the adventurous girl he loves. Will they make it to the finish line, despite the hazards of the Yukon River, two dangerous rivals, and the terrors of the open sea?
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The trouble started over a mongrel dog, small, mostly black, short-haired and shivering. Without the fur to keep itself warm or the size to pull a sled, it had no business being in the North. How an animal so unsuited to living in the shadow of the Arctic Circle ever made it all the way to the Klondike is anyone's guess.
The gold rush had dumped a legion of abandoned dogs in Dawson City. They were a noisy, thieving bunch generally ignored by the population, including me. I no longer had the heart for dogs. During my struggle to catch up with my brothers in Dawson City, I'd lost a magnificent husky, as fine an animal as ever drew breath.
His name was King. The two of us had clawed our way over the Chilkoot Pass late in the fall of '97, only to lose our race with freeze-up on the Yukon. On New Year's Eve, that's when I lost King. More than a year later I missed him nearly as much as I missed Jamie Dunavant, the raven-haired Canadian girl I'd met along the trail.
Jamie was performing thousands of miles south, bringing the Klondike to the big cities. She was famous. Jamie had first become a sensation right in Dawson City, on the stage of the Palace Grand Theater. "The Princess of Dawson," that's what the miners called her.
Man, oh man, how I missed her.
Jamie's theater, as I thought of the Palace Grand, is where I found myself on a Saturday evening in March of '99. Strange to think that an hour later, a chance encounter with a dog would steer my brothers and me onto the road to disaster. Abraham, Ethan, and I were marveling at moving pictures, the first we'd ever seen. New inventions reached "the San Francisco of the North"surprisingly fast.
After the moving pictures, the owner of the Palace Grand entertained the audience with one of his shooting demonstrations. Arizona Charlie's target was a glass ball that his underdressed wife held between her thumb and forefinger. From clear across the stage, time after time, the old frontiersman never missed.
As the crowd spilled out into the sub-zero chill of Dawson's Front Street, the excited talk produced a cloud of vapor that fell as frost all around us. With buildings just on one side of Front Street and the other side being the riverbank, I could see the jagged ice ridges out on the frozen Yukon all lit by moonlight. Breakup, I was thinking, was only two months and a couple of weeks away.
While my brothers were trading guesses about the workings of the motion-picture projector, I was picturing those few freckles on Jamie's nose, her smile, her hair black as a raven's wing. For the thousand-and-first time I was pondering whether she really would return to the Golden City as she'd vowed.
Back in the fall, with Jamie gone only a few months, I was certain I'd see her walk down the gangplank of the first steamboat up from the Pacific. The endless winter darkness, however, had all but snuffed out my optimism. By March, despite the increasing daylight and the promise of breakup on the Yukon, I had little hope. Sometimes I doubted whether Jamie Dunavant even remembered me.
It wasn't often that Ethan or I had an excuse to visit dance-hall row. Abraham had laid down the law concerning drinking, gambling, and dollar dances. We were going to live by the code that our long-dead father had taught us, so help us God.
So far we had, though I could tell that Ethan, who had a fun-loving streak as long as Abraham's was short, was chafing at the harness. He resented Abe always playing the patriarch. At twenty-five, Abraham was oldest by only two years, while Ethan was nothing if not a full-grown man, burly and bearded and well over two hundred pounds. At sixteen I'd come into my full strength, but I hadn't yet succeeded in wrestling him to the ground.
As we passed by the entrance of the Monte Carlo, the fateful mongrel was padding down the boardwalk in our direction. I noticed the dog pausing here and there to look up at passersby with half-hopeful, half-wary eyes. Its face was split down the middle, half white and half black. Otherwise it was black except for white paws. The mutt's skinny excuse for a tail was bent at the halfway mark, broken maybe by a slamming door.
Its gaze met Ethan's. The white side of the dog's face had an eye that was uncannily blue; the eye on the black side was brown.
Ethan slowed to a shuffle. "That animal's all ribs. Look how he's shivering, Jason."
"Nobody's going to skin him for a fur coat," I remarked.
A knot of men who'd just emerged from one of the saloons was joking about the weather warming up, which it had, from fifty degrees below zero to around twenty below. One of them, a tall, lanky man in a fur coat, reached out his leg to give the creature a swift kick. Kindhearted Ethan was noticing and gave the fellow a nudge to knock him off his balance and spare the animal a crippling injury.
In an instant, the tall man spun around, discarded his gloves, and roared, "The glubs er off!" His slurred speech left a spear of frost in front of his ruddy face. The accent sounded not quite English, Irish, or Canadian. I wondered if he was a Scot. The crowd moving along the boardwalk-prospectors and hired men from the creeks, doctors, lawyers, gamblers, bankers, dance-hall girls, actresses, shopkeepers, and clerks-fell back in a loose circle, anticipating a fight.Down the Yukon. Copyright © by Will Hobbs. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Meet the Author
Will Hobbs is the award-winning author of nineteen novels, including Far North, Crossing the Wire, and Take Me to the River.
Never Say Die began with the author's eleven-day raft trip in 2003 down the Firth River on the north slope of Canada's Yukon Territory. Ever since, Will has been closely following what scientists and Native hunters are reporting about climate change in the Arctic. When the first grolar bear turned up in the Canadian Arctic, he began to imagine one in a story set on the Firth River.
A graduate of Stanford University, Will lives with his wife, Jean, in Durango, Colorado.
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Clean and wholesome. I read youth books for this reason. Researched fictional exploration story as advertised.
a great story with all the ingredients
Down the Yukon, a sequel to Jason¿s Gold and maybe better than the first of Jason¿s adventures. This book was written by Will Hobbs and has an adventurous and wilderness genre to it. The book, whose main characters are Jason, Jamie, and Burnt Paw 'a dog found by Jason¿s brother Ethan' is about Jason losing his sawmill due to his brothers fame. Jason joins a big race with his old friend Jamie Dunavant 'princess of Dawson' to win the prize money and get back the mill. Jason¿s brother Ethan gets famous in this book by winning a fight against the best boxer of the world, and he gets lost in his fame by gambling all his money and the mill away. Jamie also suffers some hard times when she loses her dad due to a heart attack. The whole city of Dawson goes up in flames because of a suspicious accident. Everything seems to be going wrong for Jason and Jamie until they meet up and go for the gold with nothing but themselves, a canoe, and their dog. The genre of this book would be adventurous, and Will Hobbs did a wonderful job with this story. This book is exciting, exhilarating, and overall awesome. The setting takes place in Alaska in the late 1800¿s. Will Jason and Jamie win the race, will Dawson City accept new fame and disaster, you¿ll have to find out.
I think this was an okay book. Some parts are good and some are bad. I thought it had a lot of action and some little boring parts. I had some parts I liked and some parts that I did not like at all. The book has a good story. I think that people will enjoy the book but to me it was a little boring. I need more action in the books I reed. But that is just me. Jason, Jamie, and Jason¿s dog, Burn paw, was in a contest the see whom could get to Nome, Alaska first. Jason had had another dog before that named king Jason and king got separated from each other. Jason still found it hard to think of all the times him and king had together. So he got Burn paw to take his place. Burn paw was a good dog but not the best dog. So anyway who ever won the race would get 14,000 dollars. That was a lot of money back in the 1800¿s. This took place in a simple day. Back in the day, that when you went up river four miles was a good day. It takes about one hour to do that one foot just to give you an idea of how slow big boats went. now the boat they went in got twelve miles per day. They took off from Nome and prepared for a very long and challenging journey to Nome Alaska. There would be many trials ahead on the rivers they would travel and they would hit them head on and beat all of them. Will Jason, Jamie, and Burn paw win? will they make it to the finish line alive? Time will only tell Till then read Down the Yukon by: Will Hobbs
In the book Down the Yukon Abraham, Ethan, and Jason are all brothers that own the mill. Ethan got drunk and signed the mill over to Cornelius Donner. Jason wants to go to Nome and mine for gold so he can buy it back. He remembers that he promised Jamie (in the first book they became friends) he would wait for her to come back to Dawson City. When she arrives he tells her his plan. She suggests that they enter a race to Nome for a 1st place prize of 20,000 dollars. Jason, Jamie and Burnt Paw (a dog he saved in a fire) head down to Yukon and race towards Nome Alaska. On their trip, they encounter many roadblocks such as their boat getting trapped under a tree, their boat getting destroyed and so on. Cornelius Donner and his partner are suspected to be behind most of the accidents. This resulted in getting a different boat. They take a short cut and they head to cut across the ocean. In doing all this, it was a race to the finish between them and Mr. ¿nice guy¿. The outcome of this changes the last fifteen pages of the book. Who do you think won? I disliked that the book took place between 1899 ¿ 1901. There was nothing that made it seem old. Instead it should be 1994 ¿ 2001. I also disliked the first thirty-five pages. They were boring there should have been more action in it instead of talking about everyone. I liked the main idea of this book. The great race was a great main idea and that is why Will Hobbs is such a great author. Another thing I really liked is how Jason and Jamie were able to fulfill their dream of living off the Koukok River.
This book was really good. I think this is one of the best books i have read. If any of u get a chance to read this book i would.
THIS BOOK IS OK IT IS REALLY COOL BECUSE IT IS ABOUT A GIRL AND IT IS KIND OF SAD BUT IT IS REALLY COOL. YOU SHOULD READ IT IF YOU READ IT ONEC AND YOU WILL LOVE IT AND WANT TO READ IT MORE THAN ONE.