In The Klondike

Cameron C. Burns. the Detroiter, recently returned from the Klondike. When he was coming over the Chilkoot pass he saw a familiar figure with a pack on its back and almost dropped his own pack with astonishment. Then he gave the Michigan University yell. "U. of M.,Rah! Rah! Rah!" The other man, who was goir.g into the Klondike over the pass, öropped his pacK like a hot stove liJ turned around and yelled ! "Por God's sake, who are you?" He was "Fatty" Smith, the old Ann Arbor University halfback, who was in the University when Burns was there. Burns also met Slavin, the pugilist, before leaving the Klondike. Burns is now in Columbus.O. He has a claim of 500 feet at Dawson, located last year before the rush became so great that claims were limited to 100 feet, and he has struek it rich, as per evidence of hundreds of dollars worth of gold nuggets brought home with him. "The mosquitoes are so thick up there," said Burns, speaking of that peeuliarity of that country, "that they bit me through every needie hole taken in the atitching of my gloves. When a fellow takes off his trousers he has to hire a boy to wave feather dusters around'him, if he doe9n't want to be