“The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.” The Artic Brotherhood was established so that prospectors would have a safe place to socialize and someone to look after them and their families. I joined up when first coming to Skagway looking for my fortune. I had heard of others striking it rich overnight and hoped to do the same. My young wife and two little daughters waited for me back in San Francisco. Halfway up White Pass Trail the blizzard hit. The Brotherhood buried me outside of town and sent my meager belongings and the few dollars I had on me to my family. Some say they’ve seen my ghost on White Pass Trail climbing toward the summit.
Notes Tied On The Sagebrush 
How sad. No gold and now no husband either. It was a dangerous career choice, but many took the risk.
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Yes. I decided to go with a historical fiction. I think there were probably more bad endings than good ones.
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I imagine you’re right.
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Well at least sometimes. 🙂
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I love ghost stories! How sad that he was killed and his young wife is now without a husband and his young daughters are now without a father. I’m sure many prospectors met the same fate during the gold rush years. Great story!
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Thank You! I wanted to show the great risks that many of them took. It was a risk for their families as well.
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I like the ghost’s POV. The ending line was a nice touch.
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Thank You. 🙂
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I wondered if those were ghosts that I saw? Well done and creepy! I appreciate your entry into the Mondays Finish the Story Challenge. Be well… ^..^
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Thank You Barbara! 🙂
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Oh, how sad… There must be quite a few ghosts up there.
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I am sure there is.
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