Mount Drum, Alaska
Nov 13, 2017 23:53:28 GMT -5
Post by Uncle Henry on Nov 13, 2017 23:53:28 GMT -5
Post-Card number four
This card bears on its reverse side the legend: "Twilight falls over Mt. Drum - Alaska. The rugged sentinel peak looms over the busy Tok highway,"
On route to Tokio, I stopped for a night in Alaska. Already in October it was just on freezing, but exactly as at Honnoloulou there was a group of negroes gathered on every second street corner, stamping their great feet and wailing their primitive melodies. Doubtless the descendants of those slaves who inspired Delius the Bradford man, having now spread over the entire continent with their wild ways.
To take me from the hotel back to the aero-drome an omnibus had been arranged. I waited in the "lobby" of the hotel, the 'bus arrived, the driver came to the hotel door, I began to walk towards the door, but before I could reach it the driver had gone back to his 'bus and driven away. I was left having to arrange, and pay "money" for, a taxi-cab, left also with a poor impression of the poor place.
One impression was noteworthy: there were many more little aero-planes in the sky than motor-cars on the roads.
This card bears on its reverse side the legend: "Twilight falls over Mt. Drum - Alaska. The rugged sentinel peak looms over the busy Tok highway,"
On route to Tokio, I stopped for a night in Alaska. Already in October it was just on freezing, but exactly as at Honnoloulou there was a group of negroes gathered on every second street corner, stamping their great feet and wailing their primitive melodies. Doubtless the descendants of those slaves who inspired Delius the Bradford man, having now spread over the entire continent with their wild ways.
To take me from the hotel back to the aero-drome an omnibus had been arranged. I waited in the "lobby" of the hotel, the 'bus arrived, the driver came to the hotel door, I began to walk towards the door, but before I could reach it the driver had gone back to his 'bus and driven away. I was left having to arrange, and pay "money" for, a taxi-cab, left also with a poor impression of the poor place.
One impression was noteworthy: there were many more little aero-planes in the sky than motor-cars on the roads.