The Yukon Gold Rush- Dyea

Character Sketch

Hello, my name is Trey Jones. I am a stampeder. I went to look for gold, leaving my job as bartender. I am 21 years old. I have blond hair and green eyes. I usually wear gray pants with a white jacked with black sleeves. I wear brown moccasins with fur made of wolves. My husky's name is Skipper. He helps me find gold in Halifax. I am from Vancouver so by foot it was a long journey. I brought a large backback and a small sled for skipper to pull. This backpack consists of many things including extra clothes and a box of matches and a pocket knife. Also I have to have a map and compass so I don't get lost. My dog pulls my pots, pans, and cleaning utensils.

Journal 1

December 8th, 1898- I was looking for dinner. I was starving. I was going to take anything I could get. I was looking for small sticks to make daggers. I was looking around my backback for something sharp to tie around the end of the stick. I finally found a small arrowhead on the end of necklace. I ripped it off and tied it with the string it was on, to the small stick. I was just walking around now, with the small dagger in my hand. I checked in some bushes for some small rabbits, but all I found were some black berries to hold me over until the next day. I set up my camp under some trees. I spread out a tarp on the ground. Then I laid out a one person tent with a sleeping bag. I crawled into the tent and fell asleep.

 

Journal 2

December 9th, 1898- I woke up starving. I crawled out of my tent. I put on my shoes and started wandering around for food. About 20 minutes later I stumbled apon moose tracks. I looked far forward in the distance to see small moose. Then I drop to the floor. I look up to see a large male moose hovering above me. I tried to slip back to no prevail. It stomped it's large hoof in my gut. I felt a sharp pain in my leg. It was my dagger. I quickly pulled it out and shoved it into the moose's stomach. He started pounding hard into my stomach with it's hoof. I pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into another part of it's stomach. This time it did not fight back, it fell over instantly. Gasping for air I stood up looking at the large moose laying on it's side. I had found my food for the day. Then suddenly everything goes black. I fall. 

 

Journal 3

December 9th, 1898- I found myself laying on a leather mat. I felt a large bump on the back of my head. I sat up. There was a dark indian man sitting ther with a fire in front of him. Our eyes meet. He stands up and walks over to me. He asks me for my name. I say Treay Jones. He walks back over to the fire. I see my prize laying next to his leg. I told him it was my food. He told me he knew how to cook it. I could have cooke dit myself but I let the indian continue with what he was doing. I fell back asleep.

 

Journal 4

December 9th, 1898- I wake up to an amazing feast. Many plates of meat were ready to be served. They were all set in front of me. I was so hungry I forgot to use the silverware. I had three full plates before I was satisfied. Then I realized I was not in the same place as before. I was at a large table inside of a cabin and there was no indian, there was no one. I felt so odd so I left but I snuck some extra meat into my pocket. I tried to find out where I was. I saw a group of people huddled around a campfire. I did not know these people so I snuck by them. After about 45 minutes I stumbled across my things. I packed up everything and set off.

Journal 5

December 10th, 1898- I was walking along the icy path. I saw a small dog was wandering around. I walked over to it. It started to sniff my leg. I wondered what it was doing. Then I realized I still had meat in my pocket. I took the meat out and gave it to the dog. I started to walk away, but the dog followed me. I just let it follow me. I figured it was mine now. I named it Skipper. After a while I saw a cave in the distance. I kept walking. When I arrived at the cave, something shiny caught my eye in some rocks. It was gold. I started to shuffle through my backpack. I pulled out a small pick ax. I started to dig up more and more rocks. I kept the ones with golden veins running through them in my backpack and set off with Skipper.

Epilogue

After the gold rush was over, I went back to my home in Vancouver. I got a job as a bartender at Sam's Bar. I worked there for seven years until my dad needed me to work in his carpenter's store in Dawson. I worked there for a few years. I moved back to Vancouver and got married and had kids. I died on January 7th, 1952.