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Father William Judge, S.J., had never gone to sea before, so he didn’t know how he would fare. But within hours of boarding the -Alaska-bound ship, on June 10, 1890, he knew the answer was, “Not well.”
The journey from San Francisco to the Jesuits’ northernmost mission on the Yukon River, however, was a long one. And by the time his ship made landfall 34 days later, Judge had adjusted to the sea.
In fact, Judge excelled at adjusting. He had been adjusting ever since he was 15, when ill health forced him to leave seminary and go to work in a Baltimore lumber mill. Ten years later, when the Jesuits accepted him, he adjusted to religious life, despite being significantly older than his fellow novices.
In the years since, Judge had left his parents and 11 siblings behind to serve in the Jesuit missions in Washington and Idaho. He adjusted to life there too, and he had no doubt he would adjust to life in Alaska.
He was right.
As the Yukon (Klondike) Gold Rush brought tens of thousands of miners north, Judge personally constructed churches and hospitals, putting to use the building and blacksmithing skills he had acquired in that Baltimore lumber mill. He said Mass for the miners, nursed the sick, and consoled the dying. He also, almost always, did it alone, with no companions by his side for much of the nine years he ministered in Alaska and the Yukon.
Judge never complained though. He knew his purpose and pursued it gladly.
As he explained in a letter home, “You would be astonished to see the amount of hard work that men do here in the hope of finding gold… if men would only work for the kingdom of heaven with a little of that wonderful energy, how many saints we would have.”
In 1899, at only 49, the man they called “The Saint of Dawson” died from exhaustion and pneumonia at his Yukon mission.
