A Cruise in the Cassiar 



"How would you like to have an Indian go to a 

 graveyard and break down and carry away a monu- 

 ment belonging to your family?" 



However, the religious relations of the parties and a 

 few trifling presents embedded in apologies served to 

 hush and mend the matter. 



Some time in the afternoon the steam whistle called 

 us together to finish our memorable trip. There was 

 no trace of decay in the sky; a glorious sunset gilded 

 the water and cleared away the shadows of our medi- 

 tations among the ruins. We landed at the Wrangell 

 wharf at dusk, pushed our way through a group of 

 inquisitive Indians, across the two crooked streets, 

 and up to our homes in the fort. We had been away 

 only three days, but they were so full of novel scenes 

 and impressions the time seemed indefinitely long, 

 and our broken Chilcat excursion, far from being a 

 failure as it seemed to some, was one of the most 

 memorable of my life. 



