Reading the Yukon: Preparations on the Kenai Peninsula

I confess the saloon / has swallowed our marriage, / Faro taken too dear a price. / In this city, so far from our families, / I have broken promises, / and dishes, and windows. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of man I’ve become, but Nellie, I was on the dock the day the Excelsior / steamed into San Francisco