With airplanes
roaring overhead and dog teams mushing across frozen lakes below, the
wildest stampede since the Klondike days is drawing hundreds of
adventurous prospectors into the wilds of Northern Ontario.
Spurred by reports of a rich strike on Red Lake, 130 miles northwest of
Hudson, the nearest railroad station, adventurers from all parts of
Canada and the United States are flocking to the scene.
News spread fast even in the bush. Prospectors are pouring
in by the hundreds and the shores of Red Lake are staked as far as the
eye can see.
Those who come in by plane are faring better than the
hundreds
who are mushing in on foot. Sleds are pulled by hand, some are
tramping in with packs on their back, and others are hitching horses to
toboggans and sleighs.
The Gasoline Husky, replacing several teams and hauling a long
train of heavily loaded sledges, promises to revolutionize travel over
the deep snow of the frozen north.
To the little poplar trees that stud the shore, dogs are chained,
prick-eared huskies, collie curs, nondescript mongrels of intricate
ancestry, fish eaters and self scratchers. They fill the air with
a doleful sound, the collies yelping shrilly, the huskies unable to
bark, rousing the echoes with that wailing ululation that resembles the
cry of neither dog nor wolf.
The trail leads across frozen lakes and rivers through a virgin
wilderness inhabited only by an occasional white or Indian trapper.
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Dome crew on Howey claims, Red Lake, July
1926.

Unloading Curtiss Canucks at Sioux
Lookout.

Howey Mines gasoline Husky,
winter 1926.

Prospector Conrad Hanson, 1926.

Curtiss Canuck leaving Red Lake, 1926.
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