'Travels in Alaska 



Our happy crew hoisted sail to a fair wind, shouted 

 "Good-bye, Sum Dum!" and soon after dark reached 

 a harbor a few miles north of Hobart Point. 



We made an early start the next day, a fine, calm 

 morning, glided smoothly down the coast, admiring 

 the magnificent mountains arrayed in their winter 

 robes, and early in the afternoon reached a lovely 

 harbor on an island five or six miles north of Cape 

 Fanshawe. Toyatte predicted a heavy winter storm, 

 though only a mild rain was falling as yet. Every- 

 body was tired and hungry, and as the voyage was 

 nearing the end, I consented to stop here. While the 

 shelter tents were being set up and our blankets 

 stowed under cover, John went out to hunt and killed 

 a deer within two hundred yards of the camp. When 

 we were at the camp-fire in Sum Dum Bay, one of the 

 prospectors, replying to Mr. Young's complaint that 

 they were oftentimes out of meat, asked Toyatte why 

 he and his men did not shoot plenty of ducks for the 

 minister. "Because the duck's friend would not let 

 us," said Toyatte; "when we want to shoot, Mr. Muir 

 always shakes the canoe." 



Just as we were passing the south headland of Port 

 Houghton Bay, we heard a shout, and a few minutes 

 later saw four Indians in a canoe paddling rapidly 

 after us. In about an hour they overtook us. They 

 were an Indian, his son, and two women with a load 

 of fish-oil and dried salmon to sell and trade at Fort 

 Wrangell. They camped within a dozen yards of us; 

 with their sheets of cedar bark and poles they speedily 

 made a hut, spread spruce boughs in it for a carpet, 



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