THIS is the story of Oscar Johnson. He and Billie Glenn were camped together on the Twin Lakes in the autumn of 1920. One afternoon Oscar's dog took after some caribou which were feeding on the nearby hills. Oscar set out to retrieve him. He should have returned in an hour. When Oscar was not back by the next morning Billie went out looking for his partner. He was unsuccessful in his search, so he returned to Rooney's Lake for help. Several men set out together the second morning, determined to find Oscar by night. They followed his tracks for miles through the snow. It was not long before they found where he had recovered the dog, but instead of returning he had kept on traveling straight down the South Fork, had passed within a few feet of the well-known igloo on Boiler Creek, and had finally crossed the well-defined Yukon mail trail. He had apparently tied the dog to himself and the two kept on and on. Was he pursued, had he gone crazy, could he have suddenly been stricken blind?
No one will ever know the answer. They followed his tracks to a dense clump of timber on the Mosquito Fork. Then a snowstorm came up and the tracks were obliterated. That is the end of the story of Oscar Johnson.