Alongside Michael Ambrose Mahoney, Paul Bunyan was a dim and legendary piker. Klondike Mike, the greatest of the mushers, the sourdough who struck it rich and kept his poke, is a living legend. Last week when Klondike Mike, at 74, announced in Ottawa that he was leaving Canada to settle in Los Angeles for his health, newspapers wrote dew-eyed editorials, hoped "his shade [would] be long in growing less."
When he hitched to Skagway at the start of the Klondike rush of '97, Mike was a strapping, redheaded six-footer from the backwoods of Quebec. He was handy with his fists and...
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