It is somewhat in the vein of "Sourdough" Service, the Yukon bard.
I bought a copy of the "Nugget" and went into the Sourdough Restaurant to read it.
So excuse the errors of a sourdough, keep track of me I want to talk to you later.
You're a sourdough, all right, I knew that the minute I saw you.
On the northeastern slope, on the shoulders of Sourdough Mountains.
North of Sourdough Mountains, in the northeastern part of the Park.
A part of Sourdough Mountains in the northern part of the Park.
A part of Sourdough Mountains in the northeastern part of the Park.
Any such question could but prove abysmal ignorance of Sourdough's quality.
Had not Sourdough been there, it is hard to say what might have happened.