PS 3535 .E955 K6 1 1917 Copy 1 ALASKA LOYAL LEGION Kladawah By HENRY DERR REYNOLDS of Reynolds, Alaska 1895-1917 ALASKA LOYAL LEGION Long — Strong — the Roll of Honor — Duty men — Each fought his fight — Yea — ALL can fight again: Guard well the Freedom — Lives were lost to win — Stand firm for RIGHT — in peace or battle din. "H.D." Author's Proof Edition KLADAWAH By HENRY DERR REYNOLDS o/ REYNOLDS, ALASKA 1895^ 1917 Presented to with the compliments of the Author Published by H. D. REYNOLDS & CO. Founded 1805 New York Valdez, Seward, and Reynolds, Alaska Copyright, iqi7 ' / JUL 24 1917 ^ClA4r)7920 .^.f" ^" i? ^^ A DEDICATION In a strenuous experience as an Alaskan Pioneer — who came back — I wrote these Alaskan Songs — as the spirit moved and as occasion seemed to require. In this day of Liberty War the Songs are pub- lished for the first time — with a helpful — -hopeful thought — to encourage our brave boys of the Alaska Loyal Legion who go to the firing line. With the grateful heart of a Loyal Alaskan — who knows and who appreciates what he has done for Alaska and all Alaskans — -I respectfully dedicate this little volume to WOODROW WILSON Our-Liberty War-Presideiit May Omniscience guide and guard him at ALL times — and in ALL ways. THE AUTHOR The Lotos Club, Neiv York Independence Day, igiy t^*-nff :i 'r-- HI YU — SKOOKUM— MUCK-MUCK — KL ADA W AH Kladawah The Spirit of Alaska Dedicated to the Thoroughbreds of the Human Race — the Independent Alaskan Pioneers — Who Understand Straight as an aeroplane in swiftest flight Thine onward course pursue, Lives not another to contest thy right, Nor yet divert thy view; Thine only law, throughout this universe, Rests well within thy will, No monarch has in regal might — or purse The power that will still — Thine own creative force. Far back, beyond the early primal days, A thousand million years. Thou then lived, eons old, and fierce sun rays Refined the dross of fears; Throughout the process of development The weakness of thy right Was turned to greater strength, and, wellnigh spent, Equipped thee for thy fight — To overthrow brute force. It matters not what temporary shell Is housing thee today; It is but one of many — ^there to dwell The moments thou would stay. Give thou no thought of aught which lies beyond, No more than aught now past. Forever what thy will may choose, as fond, Shall come to thee — and last — In pure sublimity. In each recurrent primal epoch, thou — May know each kindred soul ; With whom thou may commune — and knowing now- On! straightway to thy goal. Mayhaps obscure — and shy — true worth may hide, Or secretly may dwell, Where need'st must search — perchance — the whole world wide And e'en through heav'n — -or hell — For true divinity. There is no power greater than thy will, Though weaklings may not feel The omnipotent scope which it doth fill, Compelling them to kneel. Few may survive the killing test of time, For each must fight alone; But they who rise — refreshed — to upward climb Do bravely thus atone — • In noble victory. The master minds, in those who recognize The universal laws. Wrest for themselves the richest mortal prize While others feebly pause; Seek— thou— my friends — the TRUTH— take none the less— Nor listen to delay — Thy labor is thine own — and will but bless — Each swiftly passing day — Unto ETERNITY. i8q5-iqi7 Alaskan Thoroughbred Lovingly Dedicated to my Son Private Worthington Reynolds, U. S. Army On his Departure to France to do His Duty as a Loyal Alaskan in the Liberty War If life were but an idle play, And each who lives but acts a part, We need not care each passing day How hard the task, how false the start ; But life is real — the test is sure. Yea, life is stern reality, What ere befalls — -if heart be pure. The goal is — Ideality. The mongrel bred will sneak and shy And waver — dodge — -or quit through fear; The thoroughbred will fight and die. But never quit — with danger near. To all must come defeat and doubt. It matters not if swift or slow; What counts is how we face a rout. The test is just how far we go. You ask the secret of success In life — or what makes life worth while. There is no secret, I confess, Except to lose — or die — and smile; Within the soul of each well-born There dwells the one rare gift of God, The will to face anew each morn Life's duties — on the trail well trod. If you would seek the way to win You need not look beyond yourself; How do you face the battle's din? What view have you of this world's pelf? All through this life you stand alone At moments when the tests are hard ; Can you survive — recoup — -atone — • Hold on— fight through— the FINAL YARD? Alaskan Empire No Boundary Line Here" Dedicated to the Alaska- Yukon "Arctic Brotherhood' By Henry Derr Reynolds of Camp Valdez No. lo Hearts beat true, 'neath Northland blue Where Arctic stars guide right. No craven weak need dare to seek A test with Northern might. From golden dome of storm-beat Nome To Klondyke's priceless store, Where'er we roam — a "welcome home,'" What cheer could man want more? CHORUS Northland — our home land— Alaska-Yukon — ah! so grand; Bounteous the blessings Thy vastness holds in store : Health and pleasure — ■ Wealth and treasure — Happiness and Freedom! All that thy sturdy sons Could crave— for EVERMORE. An Empire waits — to carve in States — A land so vast in size, 'Twould reach from Maine to Sunny Spain, With homes for all — a prize! Brave people there — who do and dare, Each owns a kingdom truly. Where men may rule — like king or fool — Though none may be unruly. The mountains grand — -in our good land — To heights majestic rise; Rich valleys fair lie everywhere, 'Neath smiling sunny skies. Broad rivers roar — for evermore — In journeys to the sea, Where ships lie near, and naught of fear With harbors in the lee. From Sitka fair to Arctic glare, A thousand miles away; Aleutian Isles — near Japan's guiles Another thousand stray. Alaskan Coast — surprise to most — ■ Near thirty thousand miles — Stretch far between — and then I ween — 'Tis more through mountain files. Gold — copper — lead — or — tin — instead May tempt you to the North; Or furs — or fish — may be your wish — All plenteous — we bring forth. Wood — coal — or oil may fingers soil, But fortunes are in store For those who stake their all — to make From little — none — or more. All perils fail — on lonely trail — To stay the Northman's course ; The purpose grows — 'neath fortune's blows And trials add but force. Northmen die hard — and honor guard Through "sunshine" or through "rain" The "musher's" goal — with sturdy soul — Is won by paths of pain. The fierce delights of Northern nights When strong men stoop to play ; Stakes rise to heights of regal rights. Nor pause till break of day. The fortunes wrought by men untaught In trickery or deceit Are lost in play to gamesters gay Whose game is but to cheat. Gold lured at first — and brought the worst — From ev'ry land and clime; The early ways of "stranger" days Were changed by hand of Time. Our home-land North has yet brought forth Survival of the best; The vandals flew to pastures new, Where hope we — they can't rest. In closest link of lodge-room kink The Anglo-Saxon tie Of blood as true as Norman blue With States' best youth — hard by ; Each coming year brings yet more near The "passing of the line," When hands across the border toss A brother's greeting — FINE! Men breathe free near Arctic Sea, There's room for great or small; No trust can choke with money yoke, 'Twas tried — and — what a fall! The brotherhood — of men who stood — As Mason — Elk — or Shriner Has put a stamp on sole and vamp: "The INDEPENDENT Miner." igog Alaskan Courage Dedicated to The Alaska Loyal Legion of iqo7-io Whose Wisdom, Loyalty and Unfailing Courage Saved Lives and Fortunes Entrusted to Their Care It is not brave to know no fear, To lightly face the dangers near, When dangers are not understood; To fail to see how hard the task That faces us beneath a mask, Is foolish quite, and far from good. But when the mind, alert to view The battle, be it old or new. Sees every fact in plain array, Then doth the courage stand a test And show its fibre, at its best. While caution seeks to find a way. The fools rush headlong into fight While wise men seek to know the right, For ever they be side by side; Mayhap through fortune's merry jest The fools come out by far the best. And fearing naught, to victory ride. In quick foray the fools may win Through action, born amid the din Of hurried — thoughtless — reckless cause; But when the tides of battle last Through weary, hopeless ages past, Then doth the fools have need to pause. The canyons grand in our fair land. As grim historic beacons stand. 'Twas there true men did stake their all, Not idly were those battles fought; Man's freedom 'twas the brave men sought. And — dying — WON! Through their own fall. "Be sure you're right, then go ahead!" The noble Davy Crockett said, And blazed a pathway for us all. Right may not always win by might. But yet be justly cause for fight When courage moves to rise or fall. Far better 'tis to lose our life Than cowardly to fail in strife. When Honor — Truth — and — Justice plead; Know first thy course — thy Duty best; Stand firm — fight hard — and leave the rest To GOD — who knows our daily need. Alaskan Love To My Mother Bright! Love's eyes in all the glory Of a faith both true and strong; Telling all, the sweetest story That a soul may crave in song. In the days of youth and beauty Thou shalt find a safe retreat In a heart whose every duty Is to save thee from defeat. Matters not the world may rout thee, Loving thoughts will guide thee right; For a faith that cannot doubt thee Holds thy fortunes — through its might. When the storms of life sweep o'er thee, Shatt'ring hopes thy heart may crave, Love — true love — will battle for thee With a strength most sure to save. When disaster seems to greet thee, Turn to Love — the true and tried. Rushing forward — there to meet thee — Fighting on — though hope has died. Love will never cease from striving. Even though the heart may break; Through sheer courage, yet surviving. Daring all! FOR THY DEAR SAKE. "'Martha iqoj-io Alaskan Martyrs In Memoriam Sacred to the memory of the brave Alaska Home Railway boys who were assassinated in Keystone Canyon Hark! hark! the sound — ^terrific — brutal — bold: Ye Gods! the vandals shoot— for paltry gold! Hark! hark! the crash — of shot and shell today; Look! clouds of smoke — obscure our peaceful way. Why? In Alaska! war — and war's alarums^ What doth portend— this strange resort to arms? Fairbanks and Valdez sadly mourn our dead ; Martyrs of hirelings — ^Hazlet — Hasey's lead. Freemen were striving — noble aims to serve, Freemen were driving — iron trails on nerve; Peaceful their purpose — none more true nor brave — Proudly they died — a "right of way" to save. Bow low thy heads — my comrades on the Trail ; Keystone a tomb — of hopes foredoomed to fail. Yet! not in vain — the cause they died to save, Hopes rise to heights — to heights beyond the grave. Mendelssohn ''Consolation 1907 Alaskan Innocence In loving thought of my Son— Ralph Winthrop Reynolds— whose innocent life was part of The Price of iqo7-iqio Sleep not within the quiet grave, Oh thou — where'er thou art: Thy casket rests within yon nave, Thy soul — alive — apart. Our hearts must grieve — we know not why- Thy tender years suffice; A life so short — so young to die, We hope — in faith — ARISE! Alaska Triumphant How doth yon tyrants gain their selfish ends? Gold! buys the powder — gold — their only friends. How can Alaskans — win their worthy cause? While every Bench — -but voices tyrants' laws. Sad — ^sad — the years — of tyrants" frightful reign ; How could we win — ^our freedom back again? Hark! comes a call — from far beyond the sea: Brandeis and Glavis bring the victory! Yea! Hope and Peace throughout our happy land Thine now the glory — thine the faithful stand. Loyal the Legion — guards our freedom — won! Now all serene — we face the rising sun. Northland Exiles (Published by permission) You who have lived in the Northland, You who have trod on the trail, And searched for gold on the hillsides, Have won out, where others did fail. You who have made here your fortune, Then strayed to the great Outside, Must long sometimes for our Northland, The land so free and so wide. You cannot forget the mountains, With peaks crested white with snow, Nor days spent mushing on hillside, Quite often with grub-sack low. Remember the silent evenings, The moonlight as bright as the day; The call of the owl from the tree-top To mate, on a branch o'er the way. The Summer that knows not a twilight. The stillness that fills you with calm, Then sunrise! that bathes you in glory. And singing of birds — like a psalm. It is not the gold that lures you Back to your great Northland ; For you this is HOME, you old-timer. You know, and YOU understand. — Marjorie Rieman. Camp Comfort, Alaska igi6 Alaskan "Outside" To the "Sourdoughs" The message you send from the Northland To those who have wandered away Strikes home to each who can understand And rouses new thoughts of today. Oh, why did we listen to others Who spoke of the comforts "Outside"? Although we were weary of struggle And longed for the turn of the tide? Our fortunes had come through hard labor, Through trials and oft times through tears, We fought — and we worked — and we conquered, In spite of all failures and fears. We wanted to taste of the pleasures Which gold and clear conscience can buy, And we journeyed afar among strangers To live out our life till we die. But always the Northland is calling. No matter where'er we might roam; We know that "Outside" is as nothing. Compared to our Northland — our HOME! So back we shall come, we old-timers, Again we shall shoulder our pack; Again we shall taste of real cooking. That lightens the hefty grub-sack. No more can Cheechacoes entice us. To cities or palaces grand; We are NORTHMEN— our home is ALASKA- Yes! WE know — and — WE understand. "Somewhere Outside' igi6 Alaskan Hearts and Flowers To One "Outside" 'Mid life's errors, wounded Heart, Seek thou consolation, 'tis thy part, Friendship rare hath come to thee, Bringing joy and Truth's sweet victory. Doubts and fears will melt away Beneath the sun of Hope's new day; Steadfast turn thy thoughts above; Heaven will crown thy life with new-born love. Flowers of friendship blossom bright When the heart doth guide thy course aright. Love worth having, after all, Answers only Soul in truthful call. igo6 Some Rank- Outsider Nonsense Admiral Sourdough registers a kick at a wotsonerie-club smoker "High diddle diddle — yah! some fiddle, too. Huh! (them raw cheechacoes snoopin' at you) The stiff puts on lugs — amongst us ole bugs — Which knowed him (ole tillicums — shake) th' ole stew. "High diddle diddle (tenas) wot's th' use — Of chuckin' ole pozies? — new squaw? no excuse; New suite er — du lux — pipes hiyu — yah! (oh shucks) Cut details — langwige fails (same here) ole cayuse." ""Anywhere in Alaska" igi6 To the Rank "Outsider" Whom every old '"Sourdough" knows best as the red-headed, red-handed —name initials — near relative to sugar tongs You reach your greedy hands to prey Upon our land of toil. You filch the gold we dig each day — Yet not one finger soil. You send among us "hired hands" With lack of scruples — too. Among our men — throughout our lands — Your friends are mighty few. Why not ship North your puny spawn Or come — "look see" — and know — From whence is wrought with sturdy brawn The wealth YOU waste in "show"? Mayhap in seeking here to find — The source of what you get — A something of our heart and mind — Will trickle through you yet. If "safety first" is what you seek Don't whine and knock "outside." Come North — we're kind — we know you're weak- We'll spare your skin and pride! Dream on — if you prefer to take A chance on what we know — Of what portends when ALL awake — To strike the final blow. 'Anywhere in Alaska" 'Any old time" Alaska Aloneness To One too young to understand Through ages past alone he fought With courage steadfast — true — Perhaps a comrade he has sought — Perhaps it may be you. For surely you must understand How firm his purpose, dear, Which ever held — on sea or land — A hope — that drew you near. You may not know the inner fire Which burns with steady flame; A heart may conquer all desire — Yet love you just the same. A deep compelling passion pure Is stronger far than might — Which burns the bonds of honor sure And pales with dawning light. Stern purpose true may know no fear Of aught which may betide, Yet now the comrade ever near Is welcome at his side. United you may seek to learn The truth, within your soul. If this be love you may not spurn Love's guidance to your goal. igib Lotos The Port of Peace Reverently dedicated to my fraternal friend, Aaron L. Northrop, who — with other friends of kindred mind and heart and soul — founded The Lotos Club From thence we come — to find a friend Of early youth — when joy could fill the hour. Stern years have passed, with them an end — Of golden dreams — which seemed to point to power. Throughout the universe is war — • Mad myriads in deadly grip with foe; Too much of good combatants mar With wretched battle lines of bleeding woe. Now — in the afternoon of life — At last we learn all futile dreams are naught; We know that what we gain in strife — Is not the end — or all — for which we fought. With knowledge comes a higher aim — Clear vision brings a firmer grip on fate; No souls — or hearts — or limbs — we maim — Will compensate — for primal — brutal — ^hate, A mental atmosphere of peace And restful sense of deeds well done each day, Extends to life a new-born lease And "Afternoon" is NOW — in every way. The Lotos Club, New York June 20, 1917 Printed by Eaton & Gettinger New York City LIBRARY OF CONGRESS lillllillllllllllllllll 018 349 870 8 #