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Climacium Ruthenicum, Mnium punctatum for the taller forms, 
and multitudes more. Meanwhile the eye is delighting itself in 
ferns, herbs and shrubs of all kinds. Here are Aspidiums and 
Phegopteris disputing with the mosses for foothold; Maianthe- 
mum btfolium, under var. dilatatum, Clintonia uniflora, with its 
one blue berry; Cornus Canadensis ; and Streptopus amplexifol- 
ius, brightening with its half-ripe fruit the deep greens of the 
background. 
And berry-bushes untold! One has said of Alaska, that God 
must have made this country with special forethought, for his 
creatures can live here without considering the question of ‘‘what 
shall we eat and what shall we drink,”—the berries, fish and fowl 
leave man nothing to labor for. We found strawberries, salmon- 
berries, two species of trailing Rubus, stellatus and pedatus ; high 
blackberries, low blackberries, a raspberry, and four species of 
gooseberries and currants, all edible; Sambucus racemosa, of which 
the Indians are fond; Viburnum pauciflorum, Vaccinium Myr- 
tillus and ovalifolium,; the red blueberry, parvifolium ; the 
Salal, so highly valued; a pleasant small cranberry and Vaccin- 
ium Vitis-ld@a, almost as gsood—enough for man and beast— 
Klinget and bear and duck. 
I gathered nineteen of the twenty edible berries which a 
Chilcat missionary told me are to be found. Of these the salmon- 
berry, gathered in the summer and preserved for winter use in 
salmon oil, is most valued. It is a large salmon-colored or orange 
raspberry, very delicious when picked and eaten fresh from the 
bushes, though disappointing if bought from the Indians on the 
wharf, where the aroma of oil that pervades everything Klinget 
clings to them. ‘ 
Juneau is a mining town, and is the largest in Alaska. It lies 
about 58° north latitude, and is overhung by a mountain three 
thousand five hundred feet high; fronts a long range on Douglas 
Island, while back of the town peak rises beyond peak. Here 
we made a stop of fifteen days, hospitably entertained by some 
Sweet French sisters of the St. Ann’s Mission, who have a school 
and miners’ hospital here. I find an old map has “ perpetual 
rain” written across the country at this place, but fortunately we 
had as many bright days for collecting as we could use, for so 
