| Summary: | Old Nome, Home Of The Gold Hunters, Gone. Old Home, Home of the Gold Hunters, Gone OLD NOME, the famous home of the gold hunters, is gone,forever. The motoric little city which once throbbed with the fever that gold puts kato man's veins never can be its old self again. True, buildings may Be *?ected to replace those which were destroyed in Monday's disastrous fire, but the old ghosts will not hover in them. Even though temples of marble or skyscrapers of steel might arise from the ashes of the battered dwellings and dance halls of Nome, their corridors would give back not a single echo of the discordant music, nor thrill to one reminiscence of glory holes or long, white trails. The northwest has lived a picturesque life full of treasures that now belong to the past. The bleak hills of the Klondike still stand. The moon still casts its spell over the Yukon. Dawson and Sitka and Fairbanks still remain. But little by little the afterglow of Alaska's pioneer glory is fading. One by one this character and that who figured in the colorful history of the region have dropped away. And now Nome is gone, physical nucleus of a thousand traditions and memories that can not be revived.
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