Klondike Fever by Pierre Burton.
I was lucky enough to take a 10 day vacation basically retracing the route of the 1898 stampede to the Klondike. It is nothing short of madness what folk endured just to get to a frozen mining town where at the lowest point, people had buckets of gold but no food to spend it on.
Even today, if you head up that way you can see relics of that four year period lying about the place. Just gutted I never actually made it as far as Dawson City, stopped short at Whitehorse.
Apparently the book is only 60-70% ‘true’, but I think its the most readable account of the period, great blend recent history and adventure.