Travels in Alaska 



ened at the strange exercises, began to cry and was 

 turned out of doors. She cried in a strange, low, wild 

 tone, quite unlike the screech crying of the children 

 of civilization. 



The following morning we crossed Prince Frederick 

 Sound to the west coast of Admiralty Island. Our 

 frail shell of a canoe was tossed like a bubble on the 

 swells coming in from the ocean. Still, I suppose, the 

 danger was not so great as it seemed. In a good canoe, 

 skillfully handled, you may safely sail from Victoria 

 to Chilcat, a thousand-mile voyage frequently made 

 by Indians in their trading operations before the com- 

 ing of the whites. Our Indians, however, dreaded this 

 crossing so late in the season. They spoke of it re- 

 peatedly before we reached it as the one great danger 

 of our voyage. 



John said to me just as we left the shore, "You 

 and Mr. Young will be scared to death on this broad 

 water." 



"Never mind us, John," we merrily replied, "per- 

 haps some of you brave Indian sailors may be the 

 first to show fear." 



Toyatte said he had not slept well a single night 

 thinking of it, and after we rounded Cape Gardner 

 and entered the comparatively smooth Chatham 

 Strait, they all rejoiced, laughing and chatting like 

 frolicsome children. 



We arrived at the first of the Hootsenoo villages 

 on Admiralty Island shortly after noon and were wel- 

 comed by everybody. Men, women, and children 

 made haste to the beach to meet us, the children star- 



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