and
made Dawson City her home for the next
25 years. I Married the Klondike is her
classic and enduring memoir.
When
she first arrived by steamboat in Dawson
City, Berton expected to find a rough mining
town full of grizzled miners, scarlet-clad
Mounties and dance-hall
girls. And while these and other memorable characters did abound, she quickly
discovered why the town was nicknamed “Paris of the North.” Although
the gold rush was over, the townsfolk still clung to the lavishness of the
city's golden era and the young teacher soon found herself hosting tea parties
once
a month, attending formal dinners, dancing the minuet and fancy balls and enjoying
elaborate sleighing parties. In the background a famous poet wrote ballads
on his cabin wall, an archbishop lost on the tundra ate his boots to survive
and
men living on dreams of riches grew old panning the creeks for gold.
While
thousands of people left the Klondike each
October on the “last boat
out” and Dawson City slowly decayed around her, the author remained true
to her northern home. Humorous, poignant and filled with stories of both drudgery
and decadence, I Married the Klondike is an unforgettable book by a brave and
intelligent woman.
I
have read many books on the Yukon, but
this is different. It
is the gallant personality of the author
which shines on every page,and makes her
chronicle a saga of the north.
- ROBERT W.SERVICE |