HAROLD AND LOUISE (ANDERSON) MALSTROM
DAWSON CITY AND SEATTLE

Henry Chezem - about 1900

This church was completed and dedicated on March 14, 1886. The building committee of that church formed in August, 1886, comprised George H. Thimble, WA Hamburger, CE Lye, George Hunter, Benjamin O. Anderson and J.N. Lender. The corner stone was placed October 3, 1885. This neat church home, at Second and Cedar streets, is still serving as the house of worship for this congregation.

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One Ancestry tree has Ben's father as

And mother as

Alaska WWI registration - Freihage, John Peter, self-employed carpenter , born 29 Feb 1876 Mary Elizabeth Reihage relative lives Brooks AK signed up in Tanana AK - residence could be Tanana, as well.

Reference Number: king county archmr_02454

Groom's Name: Harold Malstrom

Bride's Name: Florence Pearl Brown

Marriage Date: 07-31-1896

They dropped an "m" when moving to Washington

In 1876 McPherson County, Kansas, Smoky Hill precinct, are J.F. Christina, Viktor, Harald, B. Anderson, and Carl Haden? 24 years old, born in Sweden.

In 1880 Lindsborg (Little Sweden), McPherson County, Kansas is the J.F. Malmstrom family. He was born in Sweden about 1840, and is a clerk in a lumberyard. Wife Christina also born in Sweden, about 1844.

Victor H (Hugo). is 7,

Harald H. is 5,

Gustave A. is 4, and

R.F. (son) is 2.

B. Anderson, brother-in-law, 24, born in Sweden, is a clerk in a store.

The 1885 Tacoma, Washingon census has a J.F. Malmstrom, carpenter.

Name: Britta Christine Malstrom Date Of Death: 7 Mar 1924 Age: 79

Father Name: Johan Anderson

Death Place: Tacoma, Pierce, Washington

Name: Gus Malstrom Date Of Death: 27 May 1956 Age: 80

Father Name: John F. Malstrom Mother Name: Christina Anderson

Death Place: Tacoma, Pierce, Wash. Mother Name Gn: Christina Mother Name Surname: Anderson

Name: Kathryn M. Malstrom Date Of Death: 5 Feb 1921 Age: 15

Father Name: Victor H. Malstrom Mother Name: Kathryn E. Blake

Death Place: Tacoma, Pierce, Washington

Mother Name Kathryn E. Mother Name Surname: Blake

Name: Victor H. Malstrom Date Of Death: 16 Mar 1928 Age: 54

Father Name: John Malstrom Mother Name: Christine Anderson

Death Place: Tacoma, Pierce, Washington

Spouse Kathryn Malstrom

MALSTROM, A. Feb 21, 1900 from Vancouver, WA entered the Yukon at Chikoot checkpoint.

Olive Evelyn Malstrom was born on 15 February 1903 in Tacoma, Pierce County, WA, a daughter of Ryner Frederick and Hettie Grace Haynes Malstrom. Ryner was employed as a druggist in 1910 and as a pharmacist in 1920. Olive married Emil Henry Carl about 1927, probably in Seattle, King County, WA. Emil was a student at the University of Washington in 1917 when he filled out his WWI Draft Registration card, but was employed as a coal truck driver in 1930. Had to be related.

In 1910 "Bertha" is widowed, living with son Victor , Catherine, and two children in Tacoma. Victor runs a drug store.

In 1920 Christina, 75, widowed is living with son Victor and family on 6^th Avenue in Tacoma. Victor is proprietor of a drug store.

Gustave is still a printer in Tacoma, is married to Harriet, with three children.

Ryner is a pharmacist living on 38^th street in Seattle - and he and Hattie have seven children, including eleven-year-old Harriet. In 1928 Harriet Malstrom was attending the University of Washington - Seattle - and was a member of the "Town Girls" - area residents.

10. Charlie Carl ROBERTS b 31 May 1900 Panther WV, d 1988 Aberdeen, WA, md 23 Dec 1927, Tacoma, WA to Lena MALSTROM

In 1896 Seattle, John F. Malstrom has died, and his widow Christine B. lives at the rear of 1711 South G. with Gustav. A, a printer, and Ryner F. apprentice at the Ledger, and Victor H. City Circulator at the Ledger all board with her.

Harold H. Malstrom, machine operator at the Ledger, lives at 1224 South K.

Harold H. Malmstrom (sic) is assistant mailing clerk at the Ledger. Riner F. Malmstrom is a mail wrapper there, and Victor H. Malmstrom is a mailing clerk. All three board at 1711 South G., where John F. Malsmstrom lives.

In May 1907 seven-month-old Loraine Mary Malstrom died of bronchitis- Father born Kansas, mother Wisconsin.

LOUISE

The Yukon Sun of April 19, 1902 reported on a of the Arctic Brotherhood. Among the attendees were Captain and Mrs. Roedeger Capt. and daughter (newspaperman and family) and a Miss Anderson.

Wonder if the is "Babe" using her non-professional name or Louise visiting. The Arctic Brotherhood was a big group - its hall could hold a thousand people for meetings.

Name: Theodore Marcius Ihrig

Birth Date: 111??10 Location: Seattle

Sex: Male Race: White

Father's Name: William ?? Ihrig

Mother's Name: Florence G Warnick

The Minister was interesting, too. Coming to Canada from England as a very young boy to be a student farmer, taking part in the colorful life of the dominion as a member of the Royal North West Mounted Police, a Winnipeg business man and later ordained to the priesthood of the Anglican church in Dawson City, Rev. Canon J. W. Comyn-Ching of Christ Church and Mrs. Comyn-Ching, daughter of a pioneer English family in Canada, will receive the congratulations of hosts of friends everywhere on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary on Sunday, June 17.

In the pretty month of June in the old St. Matthew's church, Winnipeg, twenty-five years ago, Margaret Jane Wilcox, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Wilcox, became the bride of James (should be John) Morton Comyn-Ching son of the late James Morton Comyn-Ching of Bredgar House, Bredgar, Kent, England. The romance had started in the Sunday school room of the church in which Mrs. Comyn-Ching taught and Mr. Comyn-Ching was a lay reader and the Rev. St. George Buttrum performed the ceremony. Later the new St. Matthew's church was built on the site of the home of Mrs. Comyn-Ching's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Wilcox who are new residents of San Fransisco.

To Yukon Mission Field

In 1906 Canon Comyn-Ching was appointed to the Yukon Mission field and with his wife was stationed at Eldorado and Bonanza, where in the same year he was ordained to deacon's orders.

In 1903 he was called to St. Paul's Cathedral, Dawson City, where he was ordained on February 16 of that year, with the Right Rev. I. O. Stringer, D. D., Bishop of the Yukon and the Venerable Archdeacon Canada officiating. In 1910 Canon and Mrs. Comyn-Ching went to Souris, Manitoba, where the former was created rural dean. From there they went to Vernon, B.C. and St. Mary's church, Victoria. Shortly after the war Canon Comyn-Ching came to Edmonton as secretary of the Young Men's Christian Association, and from there went to St. Luke's church, Revelstoke, B.C., and in 1921 was called to Christ Church, Edmonton.

On Sunday, May 6 of this year, at the morning service, at All Saint's Cathedral, the rector of Christ church was created a canon of Saint Aidan with the Right Rev. H. A. Gray, Bishop of Edmonton, officiating.

Mr. and Mrs. Comyn-Ching have three children; Mr. Reginald Comyn-Ching, Miss Gladys Comyn-Ching, Miss Margaret Comyn-Ching - and one grandchild - Joan, the infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Reginald Comyn-Ching.

Ever wonder why that body of water known as Icy Strait was called that name? During early exploration, it was full of calved icebergs from Glacier Bay. On occasion, the fields of ice were of such magnitude as to threaten ship navigation. Icy Strait invited disaster!

On February 16, 1910, the Alaska Steamship steamer Yucatan, bound from Valdez to Seattle, proceeded at slow speed in Icy Strait, creeping through the ice. Captain Porter was on the bridge with the pilot Captain John Johnson keeping watch. Two versions of what happened next are in newspapers. One states that suddenly an iceberg loomed ahead, but appeared to be small enough to push aside by the hull. Unfortunately, the iceberg was enormous underwater. The steamer rammed it, tearing a great hole in the side of the vessel.

The New York Times tells another story: The ship was sailing through slush ice in a snow storm when it hit an iceberg 25 feet long and 15 feet high. The berg broke into two huge pieces. This swerved the Yucatan off course, and she struck a reef and tore a hole in her side. Later reports also mention a reef.

Full steam ahead was ordered, and the ship was beached in Mud Bay (on Chichagof Island, near Goose Island) and sank eight minutes after the strike. The lifeboats were lowered and all on board were taken ashore on Goose Island without mishap or confusion. The 10 women were taken off first. Food, bedding and some of the U.S. mail were saved at that time, but personal belongings were left on the stranded ship.

The castaways found cabins on shore, according to the Juneau paper. The New York Times said men built huts and made tents with sails from the ship. No matter, with sufficient food, clothing, blankets, and a huge fire the people were able to spend the night "camping."

Soon after the people landed, Captain Johnson and some sailors rowed a lifeboat 15 miles before encountering the steamer Alexandria. The captain would relay the news of the disaster. Either 65 or 70 passengers and part of the crew arrived in Juneau on the February 18, and several days later left for the South on the Cottage City.

Wind-driven rain and salt water formed ice over the wrecked steamer until it was a solid mass resembling an iceberg. The crew had difficulty keeping icebergs from colliding with the ship. The remaining mail, some of it underwater for a week, was solidly encased in this ice and could not be removed until March 4th. The mail continued to come from the wreck for several weeks. Each piece was dried out, re-sacked and forwarded to its original destinations. Each piece was stamped "Recovered from the Yucatan wreck"

Floating icebergs prevented immediate salvage of the steamer.

The great majority of Dawson's residents had left, so it was not a big town - and the Malstrom residence 3^rd Avenue was not far away. Malstrom and Service were approximately the same age, too.

Harold may have even written the August 12, 1911 article about Service's last arrival in Dawson, where Service said of his lost weight "I can count the sections in my backbone" by feeling from his navel...

Joe Boyle was a former hockey player, and in 1902 he built Dawson City an arena - complete with electrical power plant, training rooms, lounges, and saloon - that rose three stories above the slag and bald hills surrounding it. Spectators paid a dollar to watch the teams of his four-team league: the North West Mounted Police, the Dawson Amateur Athletic Association, the civil service, and the general population. In 1904, Boyle selected an all-star team from his league and used his sundry business connections back east to get his formal three-game... challenge for the Stanley Cup accepted.

The reigning champions were the Ottawa Hockey Club, known then as the Silver Seven. In the previous two years, they had won the Cup in a league playoff and defended it from a record five challengers. They were the first Stanley Cup dynasty, and they were not much loved outside of the capital. The Silver Seven represented the seat of power, money, comfort, and eastern primacy. Three of their skaters had played together for nearly a decade. Three also started on the Ottawa Roughriders football team, one as the quarterback. One was into the sixth year of his heavyweight boxing title. Six of the seven would be inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame.

Ottawa's best player, and hockey's first real star, was "One-Eyed" Frank McGee. McGee was an Ottawa aristocrat, the son of the Clerk of the Privy Council and the nephew of one of Canada's founding fathers. Four years earlier, during a charity match played to raise money for the Canadian effort in the Boer War, an errant stick had shucked McGee's left eye from his face. But when he returned to hockey, his new dead eye didn't prevent him from averaging more than three goals per game. A finesse centerman, McGee could nonetheless lower a shoulder and physically dominate if his quick temper was stoked.

Boyle wanted to be the one to beat McGee and the Silver Seven. It was partly a business decision: His novel mining team was the perfect advertisement for his timber concessions, saw mills, and shipping docks. But it was also consistent with what lured him to the Yukon in the first place: an indestructible prize to work after, a solution to seek. If his team won the Cup, Boyle figured it would remain perched over the bar in his arena forever. Any team that dared challenge him would have had to cross the Chilkoot and Dead Horse passes roped together in antlike columns before walking hundreds of miles up the frozen Yukon River to Dawson City.

The Dawson City Nuggets, as Boyle called them, averaged 160 pounds a man. His forwards were Hec Smith, George "Sureshot" Kennedy, and Norm Watt, all prospectors who'd rushed to Dawson in 1898 and failed to strike it rich. Smith was a slight Native American. The forward pass hadn't yet been legalized, so he was the spearhead of Dawson's offense, carrying the puck up ice and stickhandling through defenders easy as practiced hands braiding leather. Sureshot Kennedy patrolled Smith's left wing. He was a solid man whose wide miner's forearms were fanned with deltic veins. He was one of the first to be described as having a "heavy" shot. Fired in stride, Kennedy's shot seemed to gain mass and density in flight before rattling spent in the cage behind goaltenders. Norm Watt was a vicious right winger one head shorter than most on the ice. His style of play marked him as an ur-agitator: He squawked at opponents while flitting around the rink, leading with his stick extended like a curious snipe's beak. He threw dirty hits, but suffered others' poorly.

On defense was J.K. "Gloomy" Johnstone, a Dawson constable in his early 20s who worked with Norm Watt at the post office. His game was hardy and unassuming, what would now be called stay-at-home defense. His partner was Lorne Hannay, who had lost to the Silver Seven the year prior as part of the unsuccessful challenge of Brandon, Manitoba. Dr. D.R. McLennan played the now-extinct position of rover. He had lost the Stanley Cup to the Montreal Victorias in 1895 as a member of the Queen's University team. He was the only Nugget to skate with a full Victorian mustache, waxed to points.

In goal for the first time in his young life was Albert Forrest,. Forrest was born in Trois-Rivieres, Quebec, to a man who took his family with him to the California gold fields. When his father ran off to mine Dawson, Forrest pursued him north, stumbling in off the Chilkoot a hard and silent 11-year- old. He was the ace of the Dawson Amaranths rotation (14 strikeouts his record), and he had swept the skating competitions at the previous two Dawson Amateur Athletic Association winter carnivals. A pure athlete but also pugnacious, fat-lipped, and sullen. In net he gave notice to those who would crowd his crease by chopping at their ankle bones.

The Nuggets' captain and coach was Weldy Young, an older gentleman "with a permanent scowl on his face." Young starred for the Ottawa Hockey Club from 1893 to 1899, their "only world-calibre hockey player in the early 1890s." He was staunch and domineering on the back end, one half of the era's greatest defense pairing. Opponents called him a thug. Young was also credited as the first defenseman to wind up behind his own net and lead the rush up ice. He lost the Stanley Cup to Montreal in 1894, was charged with brutality in a game in Quebec in 1895, and left Ottawa in disgrace after that when he climbed into the stands and attacked a loudly critical home supporter. In 1900 he followed the gold dream to Dawson, where he staked the largest dump on the lower reaches of Dominion Creek. He never hit pay dirt, and he supported himself by working as an administrator in the Dawson recorder's office. Had he stuck with Ottawa, he would've been a part of the Silver Seven Cup dynasty and most likely a future inductee into the Hockey Hall of Fame.

On December 18, 1904, Hec Smith, Sureshot Kennedy, and the team trainer left Dawson City by dog sled. The rest followed the next day on bicycles because there was little snow on the frozen ground. They were traveling 330 miles to Whitehorse, the nearest Yukon city. From there they planned to board the White Pass & Yukon Railway for Skagway, Alaska; then they would travel by steamer to Vancouver, where they would take a train to Ottawa. They all were paying their own way - $3000 in all - for the chance to steal the Stanley Cup north and hide it away forever.

One newspaper stated that "these hardy northerners rolled and tumbled in the snow like kittens at play all along the long journey, stopping occasionally for a snowball battle." According to the Ottawa Evening Journal, a much more accurate newspaper: "The first day the Klondikers covered 46 miles, the second 41. The third day saw them struggling to cover 36 miles, some suffering with blistered feet. To proceed, these had to remove their boots. It may give an idea of the hardship they faced when it is recorded that the temperature sank to 20 degree below zero during the mush." They left their broken bicycles and useless dog sleds behind and walked barefoot through primeval forest, the only noise the wind that buffeted them and burned their faces.

Eleven days later they arrived in Whitehorse. They were mobbed by well-wishers and put up in a hotel. While they slept, a blizzard blew in and crippled the railways. When they finally arrived by rail in Skagway, three days later, they were again feted by a huge crowd. Word of their trial had reached as far as Nome. The ship they had planned to take to Vancouver had waited a day for them before departing two hours before their arrival. They spent three more days in Skagway. For spectacle moreso than fitness, Dr. McLennan took them daily to the Skagway River where they stripped down and plunged into the freezing water.

Weldy Young had been held back in Dawson City. His position at the recorder's office required that he stay and oversee the December 16 federal election. Boyle had tried earlier to have the games postponed so that the team could leave with Young, but to no avail. When Young heard that his teammates were delayed, he took off for Ottawa as soon as all the votes were tallied. More than any other Nugget, he wanted to take the Stanley Cup from the team that had won it again and again as soon as they were rid of him.

As Young was leaving Dawson, the rest of the Nuggets were boarding a steamer for a three-day trip to Seattle. The ship weaved between the coastal islands of the Inside Passage to avoid bad weather, but the sea was still roiling. The Nuggets tried to jump rope the first day but were soon incapacitated by seasickness. What little they ate they vomited over the rails until they had exhausted themselves.

They arrived in Seattle weak and weather-beaten, and boarded a train for Ottawa. They had their own private car, but the only exercise they could manage between the clacking swells was wind sprints on station platforms. At each stop - Calgary, Medicine Hat, Regina, Brandon, Winnipeg - the Dawson City Nuggets were met by huge crowds. To the pilgrims, squatters, and other marginal people; to those who had woken up one morning and left their jobs and wives behind to "go over the rainbow" - in short, to the people of the West - the Dawson City Nuggets were the closest they would ever come to a home team. The Nuggets were cheered as men who had now done twice what many back East feared do: journey to stake a claim. Everywhere were hung banners imploring them, "Beat the Silver Seven."

They finally reached Ottawa on January 11, 1905, after 25 days of travel. It was said that when one of the Cup trustees saw the Nuggets stumble off the train, he was "aghast."

Dey's Arena was a low building of brick and wood at the edge of Ottawa. 2,200 spectators shook its elevated bleachers; the building smelled of sawdust and grease. The wan filaments in glass bulbs strung above the ice pushed the gloom to the corners of the rink. The Dawson City Nuggets lined up on the cloudy ice opposite the Silver Seven one day after their arrival. They chafed in the brand-new sweaters Joe Boyle bought them: black trimmed with gold claimed by some to have been spun from Yukon ingots. Governor General Earl Grey dropped the puck.

The Silver Seven came out strong and tried to overwhelm Dawson City. They pressed in on young Forrest, who stood strong in his crease and made several outstanding saves in the early going. The Nuggets could only counter with shots from distance. Norm Watt's forehead was sliced open when he was body checked by an Ottawa player who carried his stick high; Watt fought him, and both were sent off. For nine minutes the pace was electric and the game scoreless.

Dawson at last generated a good scoring chance on Ottawa's net, but one of the Silver Seven picked up the rebound and leveled a pass to McGee, who fired a shot through defenseman J.K. Johnstone's legs and past a screened Forrest, 1-0 Ottawa. Two and a half minutes later, McGee assisted on another goal, 2-0 Ottawa. Dawson pressed. Small, insurgent Hec Smith raided Ottawa's end but was stopped. Then the Silver Seven scored again, 3-0.

Dawson surged off of the following faceoff. Hec Smith flew between the Silver Seven in their own zone like a lightfoot in a familiar wood. He got the puck to Dr. McLennan, who shot it home, 3-1. The Nuggets piled atop McLennan and screamed as though what it was they set out to do were done. The Silver Seven leaned on their sticks and watched them, bemused.

The two teams pushed the play into equilibrium. Halftime was called at the 30-minute mark, Ottawa up only two goals. For 30 minutes, Dawson City had matched the greatest hockey team in the world almost stride for stride.

The second half started tentatively, both teams content to simply clear the puck from their defensive zone. But as the game wore on, Dawson's play became ragged. Ottawa scored to make it 4-1, and then stopped Dawson on two scoring chances. The Silver Seven began to possess the puck in the offensive zone with crisp combinations and fluid movement. Together they worked over the Nuggets' defense as though picking at a stubborn knot. Dawson's turns were no longer tight nor their stops sharp. Ottawa scored - 5, 6, 7-1. A frustrated Albert Forrest slashed one of the Silver Seven and was sent off. Lorne Hannay filled in for him, and Ottawa scored two more.

Later, Norm Watt tripped a defenseman who responded by slashing him on the mouth. When no penalty was called on the play, Watt charged the player from behind and broke his stick over his head, knocking the Ottawan unconscious. The Nuggets went shorthanded for the rest of the game, 9-2 the final.

According to the Ottawa Evening Journal, the Nuggets "could hardly stand on their skates and they went to their hotel as limp as wet rags." But they were unbowed. Albert Forrest complained that six of Ottawa's goals were offside, and even the Journal admitted that three shouldn't have counted. Two others were scored after Hannay was forced to play goal. The Nuggets hadn't been allowed to play any warm-up games en route to Ottawa and were missing their best player and felt terribly out of shape, but to their minds it had been a 2-1 win. The Journal somewhat agreed: "It was only when the Yukonites tired and showed the effect of their long journey that Ottawa began to pile on the score." They were buoyed by the thought of Weldy Young joining them if they could win the next game and force a third. And they had held "One-Eyed" McGee to a single goal.

In a saloon after the game, an unspecified member of the Nuggets (Norm Watt the likeliest) declared to some of the gathered Silver Seven: "And McGee, famous Frank McGee, he wasn't much. All we've heard for 10 months is how great he is. He wasn't much at all."

If Frank McGee was playing in spite of a wrist injury, as has been speculated, he wouldn't have been the first to play hurt for the Stanley Cup. That honor belongs to Magnus Flett of the Winnipeg Victorias, who suffered bruised ribs in the 1901 finals against Toronto but was "of the right kind of grit, however," and "a man hard to kill, and he pluckily stayed out the fight."

The second game began with the ferocious pace of the first. Ottawa scored early when four of the Silver Seven traced a tessellation of short passes that ended inside the net. They added another immediately after and continued to besiege Forrest in his crease. He stymied them for several minutes, his only equipment a black toque, hockey stick, and brown cricket pads covering his legs.

And then Hec Smith scored on a counterattack. Again the Nuggets fell over themselves in a flagrant celebration. This time the crowd exploded with them, perhaps understanding what they were witnessing: men standing as if before a Fury, holding their own in its face but barely, sneering at its strength, daring it gale harder. For the 10 minutes they had their legs, Dawson City was only one goal worse than Ottawa.

Then, with the previous night's insult fresh in his mind, Frank McGee took control of the game. He "was better than they said he was," according to one Hall of Fame coach. "He had everything - speed, stickhandling, scoring ability, and he was a punishing checker. He was strongly built but beautifully proportioned, and he had almost an animal rhythm. When he walked around the dressing room you could see his muscles ripple. They weren't the blacksmith's muscles either. They were the long muscles of the great athlete. You don't see many like him." After it became 3-1 Ottawa, McGee scored twice in 40 seconds. He scored twice more before the halfway point of the game. He played like something ineluctable, a force of nature. He scored seconds into the second half. He scored two more goals within 30 seconds. Then again a minute later. Then 10 seconds after that. McGee seemed to grow stronger and more unrelenting even as Dawson grew weaker and more defenseless. Following each goal he skated to center ice to crouch with his stick on his knees and his eye on the faceoff dot, ready to do it again. McGee scored 14 goals in all, his punishment for Dawson's journeying all that way thinking themselves not only equal to but better than the Silver Seven.

One of the following days' newspapers read, "Dawson never had the chance of a bun in the hands of a hungry boy." To another, "taking candies from a baby or robbing a child's bank couldn't have been easier." A third stated that "never has such a consignment of hockey junk come over the metals of the C.P.R." Still another: "The only man on the Dawson team who played a really fine game of hockey was Forrest, who in goal gave as fine an exhibition as the most exacting could desire. But for him Ottawa's figures might have been doubled."

When the score was 23-1, with little time on the clock and seemingly nothing left for the Nuggets to play for, Sureshot Kennedy dredged what little spirit was still in him and lugged the puck up the left wing through several of the Silver Seven. He tossed a blind, hopeful pass across the ice toward Hec Smith, who slapped it into the net. The game was called, 23-2.

After losing the Cup, the Nuggets played 23 exhibition games across eastern Canada, winning as many as they lost and recouping some of their travel expenses. The Stanley Cup trustees amended their rules for the next year: no longer would just any team be allowed to challenge for the Cup. Albert Forrest was the only one to return to Dawson City; he walked from Whitehorse alone.

"One-Eyed" Frank McGee retired after the Montreal Wanderers won the Cup from the Silver Seven in 1906, ending their streak of 10 straight Stanley Cups. A decade later he cheated on a vision test in order to serve in World War I. He died during the Battle of the Somme, the only Hall of Fame athlete to ever have been killed in action. His body was never recovered.

Ottawa engraved their win on the lip of the Stanley Cup: "OTTAWA 1905" and below that "Ottawa vs. Dawson." The engraving is on the original Cup, the replica Cup, and the presentation Cup; Dawson City will never be consigned to a vault. Assuming the average player's palm is about six inches wide, there is a one-in-six chance that when he grips the Cup by the bowl to raise it, he'll burnish Dawson with the heel of his hand.

The story of Dawson City's challenge is repeated in almost every work of Stanley Cup history even though it is only half-known. There are the specifics: the men who played, the voyage they took, the scores of their games and the general shape of the play. These come from a few yellowed and crumbling newspaper stories and the eyewitness accounts of the long-dead. The specifics of this story alone have warranted its perpetual retelling. But it is what's missing - whatever made Joe Boyle assemble the Nuggets in the first place; whatever was going through their hearts and minds as they suffered their humiliation; whatever would have been the tale's emotional and psychological...

connective tissue - which makes the story such a pervasive one in the hockey world. What isn't and can't be known about the most impossible attempt at the Cup is far more tantalizing than what is.

History won't complete the Nuggets' story, so every one of its tellers has had to fill in the rest himself. He has had to give the story context, and provide it the best explanation he could. History enlivens what is known, imagination, what might have been and still might be. Neither is adequate without the other. The specifics of the Nuggets' challenge were always only the bare bones; it has been the storytellers' interpretations that, like ligature, granted those bones support and power.

The half-known story of Dawson City belongs to a genre in which the most ancient and famous example is the legend of the Holy Grail. That story began as an unfinished twelfth-century poem. In it, a 15-year-old boy wanted to become a Knight of the Round Table, so he searched for a "graal," a medieval French noun that was a play on the verb "to delight." The grail of that story was a large gold dish inlaid with gemstones. Its creator died without having explained its provenance, or the question he himself put forward: "Whom does the grail serve?" In the 50 years following its publication, that story received four continuations by authors who tried to account for what the grail was and why it was important. For nearly a millennium now, other writers have created their own works around the grail. Imaginations have compounded imaginations, and the grail has become the Holy Grail: the cup Jesus used at the Last Supper; or the cup Jesus drank from during the crucifixion; or the bowl Joseph of Arimathea used to collect His leaking blood. In some Grail stories, it became a part of the Christian Mass or the center of its own secret rite or divorced from religion altogether. In all of them, though, the Grail was found only by those who made themselves worthy of it by enduring long, trying quests.

Once found, the Grail "gives such joy and delight to those who can stay in its presence that they feel as elated as a fish escaping from a man's hands into the wide water," wrote one author. In another continuation, the Grail "seemed to be a holy thing, and they hoped for so much virtue from it that they bowed down to it, despite all the pain they were suffering."

The Holy Grail, then, is a collective invention, formed like anything precious by the pressure of accretion, a thousand endings on top of one unfinished story. It has become important because people imagined it to be. To them it represents perfection, fleeting if at all possible. The answer to the question, "Whom does the grail serve?" Those who know its true nature.

Joe Boyle promised the Cup trustees he'd be back for their trophy. But he, too, entered World War I and never returned to hockey.

Following his death in 1923, an excerpt from the "Law of the Yukon," a poem by Robert W. Service, was chosen as his epitaph and engraved on his headstone:

And I wait for the men who will win me - and I will not be won in a day; And I will not be won by weaklings, subtle, suave and mild, But by men with the hearts of Vikings, and the simple faith of a child.

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In 1949, Weldon Pinchin got a job with Emil Forrest on the M.V. Loon.

One of their escapades included wedging an old boiler into a sand bar at the head of Lake Laberge, and then convincing a group of tourists on the SS Klondike that it was the boiler in which Sam McGee was cremated.

The below is a longer version of the "mush" story. - from the Dawson News.

To siwash once meant to travel quickly, deftly, and lightly, making use of natural shelters on the trail, or sleeping in the open as a First Nations person might do.

22 187 Malstrom Harold M Head M Oct 36

187 Malstrom Louise F Wife M Sep 33

Dawson was the second to the last stop that Will Rogers and Wylie Post made. Uncle Harold Malstrom was supposed to take them to dinner, but was too shy, so he gave his sister Harriet the money to do so, and she did. She took them to the restaurant in the hotel, and they had bear steak, while most of Dawson paraded by the window to see them. Harriet Malstrom also wrote an article about them. It was published in the Dawson Daily News, and the article was found in the coat pocket of Will Rogers when he died.

Yukon-born author Pierre Berton held a soft spot for the bi-weekly publication.

As a 10-year-old, Berton "began his journalistic career" by delivering his mother's copy to the offices of the Dawson Daily News.

Editor Harold Malstrom "had the stumps of his fingers, mangled in his linotype machine, to prove his dedication to his craft," wrote Berton.

In 1958 Berton's book gave thanks, including "Harold Malstrom of Tacoma, Washington."

Sec 4 Block 4--8 Auntie Louise Malstrom Sep 2,1877- Jun 7,1952

Name: Harold H Malstrom

Death Date: 12 Oct 1959

Death Place: Tacoma, Pierce, Washington Gender:

Male Race (Displayed on Form):

Age at Death: 85 years Estimated Birth Year: 1874

Father's Name: John F Malstrom: Mother's Name: Christina Anderson

Maybe he worked for Atlin Claim ............. Atlin, British Columbia 1899

SVEND JOHNSON, of the firm of McElhinney & Johnson, contractors, builders and manufacturers of brick, was born in Denmark, May 6, 1851, and came to America in 1868, residing in Racine, Wis.; was employed as a brickmaker until he came to Nebraska in May, 1870. Locating at Nebraska City, Otoe County, he was employed in a brickyard until the spring of 1876, when he joined D. M. McElhinney in his present business and came to Hastings in the following year, when the firm moved its base of operations to this point.