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by the echo of the ship’s whistle from the cliffs on either side. 
Sometimes, without a foothold of beach, the steep slopes run up 
one thousand to three thousand feet, clothed to the top with ever- 
greens and musical with waterfalls. 
To the geologist this coast presents many interesting features, 
for forces of ice and water are still active and the mountains are 
of quite recent formation, so that many of the sharp peaks are 
still unworn by mountain torrents. 
The artist sees gorgeous coloring, almost tropical luxuriance 
of verdure, beautiful head-lands, wonderful vistas, and has mount- 
ain, valley, cascade, and a strange, picturesque people as subjects 
of study. 
The botanist is enough of a poet to share in the feelings of 
artist, geologist and tourist, though he may not in those of the 
gold-seeker, and to him it is a new world of tantalizing mysteries. 
It comes so close to Kamschatka, that strange land, still 
wrapped in the weird twilight, through which, as imaginative 
school-children, we viewed its long, queer peninsula. Anything 
specifically ‘‘ Kamschatkensis”” would be strange indeed, and no 
doubt stray waifs from there are lurking in these forest, shades or 
above them on the mountain tops. Perhaps, too, one may get 
here a glimpse of Japanese or Chinese flowers, for we are told 
of that Japan current, that tradition says brought the Klingets 
to these shores, 
Furthermore, we are speeding toward the place where flowers 
havea day of twenty-four hours in which to deepen and strengthen 
their color and perfume, and Alpine and Arctic plants will always 
be loved by the botanist. So, while the tourist is enjoying a half- 
doze over his panorama from the steamer-chair, you are longing 
fora closer view of the plants that clothe the banks. You are 
wise, then, if you have taken a freight steamer, that can give you, 
While doing its own business at the canneries, from four to thirty % 
six hours on shore every day or two of the three weeks in which 
the trip is made. : 
At Loring, fairly down on the Alaskan coast, the shore 1s 
'ypical of what is to be seen for hundreds of miles farther north. 
harrow trail runs along a tiny strip of beach to an Indian 
’ancherie of a score of houses, all facing the shore and backed 
