travels in Alaska 



far below sea-level at the bottom, thrust forward be- 

 neath its wave-washed moraine. 



Along the base of the mountain-wall we found 

 abundance of salmon-berries, the largest measuring 

 an inch and a half in diameter. Strawberries, too, 

 are found hereabouts. Some which visiting Indians 

 brought us were as fine in size and color and flavor as 

 any I ever saw anywhere. After wandering and won- 

 dering an hour or two, admiring the magnificent 

 rock and crystal scenery about us, we returned to 

 camp at sundown, planning a grand excursion for 

 the morrow. 



I set off early the morning of August 30 before 

 any one else in camp had stirred, not waiting for 

 breakfast, but only eating a piece of bread. I had in- 

 tended getting a cup of coffee, but a wild storm was 

 blowing and calling, and I could not wait. Running 

 out against the rain-laden gale and turning to catch 

 my breath, I saw that the minister's little dog had 

 left his bed in the tent and was coming boring through 

 the storm, evidently determined to follow me. I told 

 him to go back, that such a day as this had nothing 

 for him. 



"Go back," I shouted, "and get your breakfast." 

 But he simply stood with his head down, and when I 

 began to urge my way again, looking around, I saw 

 he was still following me. So I at last told him to come 

 on if he must and gave him a piece of the bread I had 

 in my pocket. 



Instead of falling, the rain, mixed with misty shreds 

 of clouds, was flying in level sheets, and the wind was 



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