Even as a Phoenix rising from the ashes, so the little town of Carcross assumes once more an urban appearance. The new depot of the White Pass Company has been placed somewhat nearer to the wharf and freight sheds, and is consequently in closer proximity to the landing stage of the lake steamer, the Gleaner. The new passenger platform has an almost metropolitan appearance, being much larger and more commodious than formerly. This improvement became necessary in order to accommodate the young men and maidens who congregate, chaperoned by the oldsters, awaiting the auspicious moment, when Percy Reid and H. W. Vance give the high sign for the cars to cross, as also the through passengers who alight on the platform with all the skepticism of old-time Missourians when informed they must still "keep a-goin'" before reachlng that Alpha and Omega of Yukon transportation, the Terminal City of Whitehorse.
The new building opposite, which cheechacoes mistake for the Waldorf-
Astoria, is the new Caribou Hotel designed by Mr. G. C. Killam, which is being fitted up with all the newest appurtenances of expert builders and outfitters, to enable Mr. and Mrs. Gideon once more to dispense their old-time hospitality in an old-time way.
Our old friend J, M. Stewart, the hustler, is doing things right alongside. Old timers who remember the Vendome Hotel of the long ago, when Bennett was a city, would experience some difficulty in tracing its genealogy in the new trading establishment in which Mr. Stewart has installed a large stock of hardware, dry goods, groceries, and, in fact, everything necessary to the conducting of a general outfitting business for a mining community and for the trade of private families. Mr. Stewart, who has taken over the business of Mr. George Fickhardt, and also that of Alex Chisholm, has also a department for hay and feed and one for wholesale wines and liquors.
The carpenters and painters have now completed the fitting up of the various departments and offices and have also put the finishing touches to the social hall on the top floor where Carcrossians gather to trip the light fantastic. Mr. Stewart has been through the mill ever since the pioneer days, and his present venture, which is a continuation of years of energetic hustling, deserves the success with which it is sure to be rewarded.