The winters in the Yukon were eight months long, and as these lingered, men dragged, bored, ready for a fight just to break the monotony.
They would visit each other’s cabins, learn new songs, and sometimes repair or create new banjos from rabbit gut and discarded biscuit tins.
Someone in each cabin payed a dollar to acquire, read and re-read old newspapers. This caused dozens of topics for discussion to enliven conversations.
Months later, the tattered pages were again sold to someone in another cabin. This was daily life in the Yukon. Photo courtesy of Jack Vogt of Dawson City, Yukon.