Electrical Prospecting
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CorTech Training - Yukon Days

sled dogs during summer
Mood: not sure
Topic: strangers best stay away
Notice the dog is chained. I thought he was gaunt from lack of food. I had to learn that sled dogs were in their best condition when working during winter.

This is my favourite image from the 1950 field season.
It is an unintentional double exposure.

geophysical prospecting on Galena Hill
Jimmy Joe is carrying an instrument called a Ratiometer on a pack frame. We are standing beside a survey stake. Notice that Jimmy has two fingers up. That was a symbolic gesture for fun. I did not understand his meaning. We are below the treeline, among what appear to be spruce trees. I am wearing a short-sleeve shirt. That is an invitation to black flies and mosquitos. Female mosquitos are blood suckers. I could watch a mosquito land on an arm, see its collection sack fill with blood then fly away. The wrong thing to do is swat a mosquito while it is sucking. If one does, a portion of the sucking tube is lodged and becomes an infection site. I never did find a defense for black flies. They just land, bite out a tiny chunk, then go on their way.
geophysical prospecting crew
Jimmmy Joe on the left, Doc Johnny clowning, Paul Germaine standing. Jimmy and Doc were from Mayo. I think the brush was called "Arctic Birch". The Indian crew members cut survey lines through thick brush. They did not swing their axes from shoulder height. Typically, they grabbed a bush above the base, bent the branch, and hacked it. We would call that back breaking work.
It seemed to me that Paul had an aura of nobility about him. I think he was from Mackenzie River country. I wandered on my own at times. Paul told me: "If you get lost, sit down". He meant that he would track me. One morning he related a conversation we had had: "Rain today?" I looked at the sky and replied: "No Paul, no rain today." Paul looked at me with some contempt. "It rain. You crazy white man boy, you don't know nothing!" One day we were camped. Paul went a short distance away to defecate. He came running into camp, pants around his ankles. He said: "Bear!!" He grabbed his thirty-thirty, ran a few steps and started firing. I could see the silver hair on the back of the grizzly ripple as it was hit. Paul stopped firing as the bear ran away.
Doc Johnny on the left, Jimmy Joe, me, and Paul Germaine. Each of my companions is holding an iron rod with wooden handle. I will be pleased to receive comments about the electric field we had created and were surveying. Students in particular are welcome.

Notice that Jimmy is smiling and is signing with fingers on his left hand.

Surveying Crew - Hurrah for Haileybury
Eric Norpa and Val ____ are in foreground. Eric left, Val right. Doc Johnny at left background. I did not work closely enough with man in right background to be able to remember his name. Eric and Val were Haileybury School of Mines students.

Eric is turning a right angle using a Brunton compass. Eric, Val, and a team of Indians laid out a rectangular grid of stakes for me to follow.

Some of the Crew
Miles Flynn was a distinguished mining geologist. His family was associated with one of tne major mining camp discoveries. A reader must contribute bio material about Miles. Can you imagine his enthusiasm? Yukon geomorphology does that to an earth scientist.

Miles is standing on the ground at the left rear of the stake truck. Incidently, the building at right was used as a cookhouse. We enjoyed meals made by a very experienced camp cook. There was an all-important rule: never comment to the cook about a meal. The logic was that he did the best he could no matter what resources were available. A favourable comment when supplies were plentiful could be interpreted to mean that no comment when supplies were scarce might be an unfavourable reaction. This was an important subject. The cook was very energetic. Can any reader(s) identify the two buildings? Do they still exist?

Working for Hans Lundberg
I knew about Mr. Lundberg's office in Toronto in 1945. I was thirteen, working for CP Telegraph, delivering telegrams from an office near Bay and Adelaide Street intersection. Mr. Lundberg's office was a block away, on Richmond St. When I was eighteen, in the summer of 1950, Mr. Lundberg hired me to be a field assistant at Keno City, Yukon. My supervisor was Douglas Burton.

I was asked to take a Ford pickup to Keno City. The Canadian Highway was for the most part through the US. In Michigan, I loaded two blocks of limestone across the rear axle to cut down sway in side winds. In the evening, I wrote down a town and motel name. It took 5 days, 4 nights, to drive 4000 miles. I think Doug was a Haileybury School of Mines grad. He mainly stayed in Keno City, managing my measurement tasks and the work of several miners.

He loved to spend evenings in Billy Symes cabin, listening to yarns. Billy has been an assayer at the Bank of Commerce in Dawson during the Rush. I was lucky to be present when Billy told the story about a greenhorn, an Englishman, who had joined the bank as a clerk. There was a bar across the road. Someone slipped across and asked the bartender to set up a "different" type of drink for each bank employee who came in as a group after work hours. The bartender agreed. The drinks were a ghoulish colour. They contained ice with what appeared to be worms through each piece and waving around in the liquid. The regulars downed their drinks as if nothing at all was unusual. The greenhorn looked around, paled, then drink his. After doing so he ran out to the street and threw up. He was of course Robert Service. The bartender had bored holes through each piece of ice and had inserted spaghetti through each hole.

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