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Margaret Hougen in front of the Dawson plaque located on the dike along the Yukon River.

Dawson Tribute

By Dan Davidson
Klondike Sun
Friday August 15, 2003

George Mercer Dawson

There have been many plaques erected around Dawson City of the last 30 years, but it has taken until this June for there to finally be a plaque in honour of Dawson’s namesake, George Mercer Dawson.

This oversight was finally corrected through a generous donation by the Hougen family of Whitehorse and the efforts of the Klondyke Centennial Society, which laid the groundwork for this memorial when it established the Joseph Ladue plaque in 2002.

According to Jon Magnusson of the KCS, Rolf Hougen came to him with a proposal to erect a $10,000 bronze bust of Dawson.

As Hougen tells it, Magnusson had a counter proposal, a substantially cheaper memorial which would be a match for the Ladue plaque already erected on a large rock atop the dyke, at the high end of the flowered walkway known locally as Norm’s Hump (after the superintendent of public works who commissioned it).

“I agreed with them,” Hougen said in a telephone interview some weeks later. “I thought it was a great idea.” It also cost a bit less, probably around $4,000 when all the bills are in, though that was not an issue.

The monument reads that it is placed in memory of Berent Hougen, one of the legions of gold seekers who lived in Dawson in the early years of the 20th century, but Rolf Hougen says there’s more to it than that.

“That’s true, yes, but we’ve had an association with Dawson for 50 some years. We’ve often gone to Dawson City and I’ve always loved it there.

“It’s the reason the Yukon exists, you might say. I’ve always had a special place for Dawson in my heart.”

What of Berent Hougen?

“My father, as a young sailor, ended up in Dawson City. Not at the gold rush, but in 1906. He spent three years there before migrating on to Alaska.”

Rolf Hougen himself recalls many of the colourful characters, such as Black Mike, who used to enchant visitors to the Klondike. He recalls being on the dredges himself when they were in operation.

George Mercer Dawson was a most unusual man. Stricken with Pott’s disease when just a boy, he scarcely grew taller after that and was left with a humpback created by a deformed spine. For some time after the illness he was confined to a wheelchair, but he refused to accept that fate, and set himself a tough life. He studied geology at McGill University and in England and was, by age 24, a member of the North America Boundary Commission, traipsing the woods to help define the line between Canada and the USA along the 49th parallel.


In 1875 he joined the Geological Survey of Canada and in 1887 he led a seven month reconnaissance of the land around all the Yukon’s major rivers, including in his studies the Stikine, Dease, Liard, Frances, Pelly and, of course, the Yukon.


Dawson’s report on the Yukon, in particular, was much in demand during the 1890’s and on into the Gold Rush years. In “The Little Giant”, biographer Joyce Barkhouse writes that he was often called “Klondyke Dawson”.

“Oddly enough, he was then sitting in his office in Ottawa, but it became known to the thousands of prospectors that his were the only maps available for the region. To possess a copy was thought to be the magic charm for ‘hitting it rich’.” (Barkhouse, foreword)

Dawson lived only to the age of 51, but by then his name was splattered all over western Canada.

When Joe Ladue was trying to establish the townsite that would become Dawson City, he needed a surveyor. That man was William Ogilvie, who had accompanied Dawson as his surveyor in 1887. His fee for doing Ladue’s survey was simple; he asked that the town be named after his boss, George Dawson. If Barkhouse has it right, it would have been Dawson himself who added the little dot with its name to the official maps of the Territory a few weeks later.

A Klondike Sun article by Dan Davidson


Sam Johnson of Teslin in full Tlingit regalia.


Marg Hougen with Sam at the Canada Games in Whitehorse in February 2007.

Sam Johnson

In the sixties and seventies, they were like rock stars. They attracted public attention and adulation wherever they went. They were the "out of town" dog racers who mushed into Whitehorse in colourful clothes, with happy dogs - tails wagging - as they arrived for the show.

The show was the Sourdough Rendezvous dog races. The mushers and their malamutes were kings of the trail. Among them each year was a smallish, smiling man from Teslin named Sam Johnson.

Sam was often an also-ran in the company of Stephen Frost, Paul Ben Kassi and Wilfred Charlie. But he was no less a competitor. Win or lose, Sam Johnson was a happy musher.

Sam was born and raised in Teslin and has dedicated his life to working with and coaching people of all ages. He has always been involved in sports and spent countless hours teaching young people how to run and care for race dogs.

He also teaches Yukon kids the traditional game of stick gambling and this passion branched into coaching Dene Games teams in the Arctic Winter Games. Hand games involve guessing and deceiving and is played to a chorus of drums. He believes that what is important is not so much the opportunity to compete as it is the chance to become proud of your efforts.

Sam's other passion is the sport of Archery, where he has been both an athlete and a coach at the North American Indigenous Games.

He spends a lot of time visiting schools all over the Territory encouraging students to take part in the sport. He tries to instill leadership qualities that include honor, trust, respect and integrity.

Sam has also had a long political career in the Yukon. He was Chief of the Teslin Tlingit Council for fourteen years. He was a Member of the Yukon Legislative Assembly and holds the honor of being the first First Nation Speaker of the Legislative Assembly for the Yukon Government.

Sam is an active Tlingit dancer who passed on the values of the Tlingit dance and heritage to both young and old and has travelled the world performing and sharing these values.



Sam Johnson was named Chancellor of Yukon College in 2004 and, in 2003, he was presented with the Yukon's Commissioner's award.



A CKRW Yukon Nugget by Les McLaughlin


Photo1: Niel & Frances McLeod long time activists of the Vancouver Yukoners.


Photo2: Two 1944-1946 school chums of Rolf Hougen join him for this photo: Larry Chalmers now of Vernon and Howard Ryder, Whitehorse.

International Sourdough Reunion

The Vancouver Yukoners Association welcomed delegates of the 71st Sourdough Reunion 2003 to Whitehorse on September 24 to 28

A Brief History of the International Sourdough Reunion, Inc.

The great rush to the Arctic between 1898 and 1903 resulted in friendships that refused to end with time. Thirty years after the Big Rush, a number of clubs had been formed to keep alive the exciting memories of the Arctic.

The first joint meeting of these clubs was held in Seattle in 1929. It was hosted by the Alaska Yukon Pioneers Cabin #1 and the ladies of the Golden North. It was called a “Stampede”.

In 1930, the meeting was sponsored by the Vancouver Yukoners Association and held in Vancouver, B.C. At that meeting the group voted to organize and appointed a committee to prepare by-laws.

The Portland Alaska-Yukon Society sponsored the next meeting in Portland in 1931. It was decided to change the name from “Stampede” to “International Sourdough Reunion, Inc.” By-laws were drawn up.

In 1932, a most colourful convention was held in Calgary, Canada. The by-laws were adopted and officers were elected. The name “International Sourdough Reunion, Inc.” was officially adopted, and the Reunion was incorporated under the laws of Washington State with copies filed in Ontario, Canada. At this meeting Lulu Fairbanks was elected secretary and remained in this office until her death in 1967.

By 1977, the ISR membership had increased to fifteen affiliated clubs.

A primary goal of the International Sourdough Reunion was to foster and perpetuate among the membership the true pioneer sourdough spirit of good fellowship and loyalty which prevailed in Alaska and the Yukon Territory. That goal lives on in our organization’s current statement of Aims and Objectives.









France 2003

From April 30th to May 15th, 2003 our family of 32 experienced the "trip of a lifetime" in France. We spent our first 4 days in the amazing city of Paris. Our first visit was to the official residence of the Canadian Ambassador Raymond and Kay Chretien. The adults were served champagne and hors d'oeuvres, while us kids were served Pringles, pretzels and orange juice. We all felt like royalty with servants meeting our every request.

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Over the next few days, we visited all the main attractions in Paris including the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre (where I found the Mona Lisa a bit disappointing compared to the rest of the huge, full wall paintings), the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs Elysees where we had the best pizza dinner ever at Pizza Pino.

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On May 3rd, while still in Paris, we celebrated Auntie Greta's 40th birthday and Nana and Poppa's 48th anniversary. We celebrated at a very unique medieval restaurant called "Le Gallois" with live music and lots of delicious food.

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The following day we caught the train to Castelnaudray which kicked off our amazing week on the Canal du Midi. We rented 4 'Crown Blue Line" barges - 2 "Grand Classiques" and 2 "Royal Classiques". The boat configurations were set up with us and the Bells and Nana and Poppa and the Kelly Hougen family on the Royals.

The next 7 days were full of many locks, interesting towns along the way and tons of fun. Going through the locks required a lot of maneuvering, a lot of rope tying and untying and a lot of patience. Of course, all of it was worth it when we arrived at another stop along the way. Sometimes we were able to ride bikes!

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One of the most memorable stops was to the old medieval town of Carcassone. We took a 45 minute walk up a cobblestone street until we reached an incredible castle on top of the hill. We finished up our canal trip in Port Cassifiere.

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The final phase of our trip was spent in the coastal town of Cap d'Agde on the Mediterranean Sea. We relaxed on the beach for the next few days and I took runs to a little patisserie across the street from our hotel each morning for breakfast. This was also the place I stepped on a poisonous fish and had to sit with my foot in hot water for half an hour at a beachside cafe to draw out the poison. We celebrated Jenna's 8th birthday on the beach and Aunti Karen und Uncle Jim's 14th anniversary.

Cap d'Agde was a fun ending to a most memorable 'trip of a lifetime'.

Myles Hougen (age 12)

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