Yukon Reflections

Holey Old Moley, it seems like things ain’t rite in the Youcon skies. I first took note of it a few weeks back when I

Just had another read of the touchin’ note you sent about my sister Wilma goin’ down to glory, and figgered I’d best set the record

Thanks kindly fer returnin’ the $2 I sent you. With the hard times on us, I’m grateful of the free inscripshun. Drew a small map

Omigosh, I cudn’t hardly beleave my eyes when I seen yer name in the paper. Are you the Darrol Hockey that sold me an icebox

I was fixin’ to tell you last week more on the trip I and Wilferd took to Skaggway, but then Merna came by unexpeckted and

You recall how last week I was tellin’ you how I sowed up a mess of bootys fer the poor swans coolin’ there heals down

It was nice to see the Easter Rabbit treated the Anny Lake area so good last week. From the piles of little round malt balls

With any luck Old Man Winter has took his last gasp, and ain’t jest lurkin’ around the corner fixin’ to blow another cold one up

Will the mirackles never end? I finely got the electrick. Not that I need it so bad now, with the daylite gettin’ longer. The power

Spring is sprung the grass is brown, think I’ll hitch a ride to town. I been ponderin’ of late that I mite take up ritin’

My golly, its been a hecktick pace hereabouts of late. The chickin wire and posts I ordered finely came in. Of coarse with the frost

Whats that old line about a thing bein’ a riddle rapped in a mistry inside an enema? There was some such goin’ on out here

Well now, don’t I feel like six kinds of a fool? Turns out them space rocks I rote you about last week are somethin’ else

Theres some things its best a feller not look into too close. You mind how I told you I mite be part of pressident O’Bamma’s

If things was bad before, its got even worst in the sleep deppartment this week. The birds is now chirpin’ and burpin’ near non-stop and

I’m a mite bit twisted from gettin’ up far too early to meet the call of nachur. I don’t mean the normal old-fellers call to

By jingo, my heads still swimmin’ from all I seen and done on my trip to Keeno with Wilferd and Danny last week end. Can’t

So where was I? Oh yes, I was tellin’ you about my and Wilferd’s exsellent advenchurs in Dawsin City. Like I said, soon as we

First I gotta tell you a bit about my Unkle Walt. Well he ain’t reely my unkle. They say he’s my second cozzen once removed,