In March, 1989 my uncle Jack Gill joined the Klondike Gold Rush. He started for Dawson with 5 companions. He kept a diary which I have, in which he described the mad excitement, the hardships, sickness and terrible disappointment of so many hundreds of men, who made nothing. For each man who found gold there were hundreds who returned home with nothing. Uncle Jack was one of those. He had one chance to make a fortune but a crooked government recorder passed the information to a friend and when Uncle Jack returned to the recording office he was told that someone else had staked ahead of him - which was false.