Fate is a strange thing after all. When two men who knew or was supposed to have known the ways of the mighty Yukon for the past twenty years, and who, it is supposed, could navigate that body of water in a row boat with perfect safety, and then start down the river in one of the best boats that is available, and in some way run into
one of the rocks in the famous Five Finger Rapids, and are lost, it is fate indeed.
About a week ago J. W. Wilson, fuel agent for the White Pass, took Frank Dumontier as his engineer on the Hawk, one of the staunchest little craft on the river, and started down the stream to make a final inspection and pay off trip for the various wood camps along the line.
In some unacounted for way they struck one of the rocks in the Five Finger Rapids and the boat was smashed and the two men were presumedly lost, as no trace has been found of them by the various searching parties along the line. The boat was picked up below the rapids with its side smashed and the stern of the little craft all stove in.
The Dawson brought in the Hawk as well as a blanket roll and suitcase which were picked up on the end of a sand bar some distance down the river below the scene of the wreck.
Mr. Wilson leaves a family here in White Horse to mourn his untimely death and Mr. Dumontier was unmarried.
The whole of White Horse join in giving sympathy to Mrs. Wilson and children.
Kismet.
