Glacier Bay 



pulling most of the time against the wind! The 

 branches of this bay are so deep and so numerous 

 that, with the rain and low clouds concealing the 

 mountain landmarks, we could hardly make out the 

 main trends. While groping and gazing among the 

 islands through the misty rain and clouds, we discov- 

 ered wisps of smoke at the foot of a sheltering rock 

 in front of a mountain, where a choir of cascades were 

 chanting their rain songs. Gladly we made for this 

 camp, which proved to belong to a rare old Hoona 

 sub-chief, so tall and wide and dignified in demeanor 

 he looked grand even in the sloppy weather, and every 

 inch a chief in spite of his bare legs and the old shirt 

 and draggled, ragged blanket in which he was dressed. 

 He was given to much handshaking, gripping hard, 

 holding on and looking you gravely in the face while 

 most emphatically speaking in Thlinkit, not a word 

 of which we understood until interpreter John came 

 to our help. He turned from one to the other of us, 

 declaring, as John interpreted, that our presence did 

 him good like food and fire, that he would welcome 

 white men, especially teachers, and that he and all 

 his people compared to ourselves were only children. 

 When Mr. Young informed him that a missionary 

 was about to be sent to his people, he said he would 

 call them all together four times and explain that a 

 teacher and preacher were coming and that they 

 therefore must put away all foolishness and prepare 

 their hearts to receive them and their words. He then 

 introduced his three children, one a naked lad five or 

 six years old who, as he fondly assured us, would soon 



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