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is to fight at all times, and unless they are beaten well 

 they will not keep the peace at all. 



Before leaving St. Michael's I discharged the Chinese 

 boy and placed him on board the schooner for passage 

 to San Francisco ; he went on board the schooner with 

 the same childlike and bland smile that has ever char- 

 acterized him, accepting the inevitable as a philosopher. 



St. Lawrence Bay reminds me of the scenery in the 

 Straits of Magellan, with mountains two thousand feet 

 high capped with snow ; the bay is magnificent and 

 solitary. A few dirty natives, clustering alongside the 

 ship for bread, are the only signs of life. The natives 

 have nothing to sell, and appear lazy and worthless to 

 the last degree. 



[from the jourxal.] 



August 26th. — A chief who calls himself " George," 

 and who speaks very often of Captain Cogan in the 

 httle English he knows, told me he saw in one of his 

 journeys last winter a ship frozen in in Koliutchin Bay, 

 All my questions as to whether he boarded her then or 

 not could not bring a satisfactory reply, he one time say- 

 ing "yes," and the next time "no." When I showed 

 him the chart of Admiral Rodgers' 

 survey in the Yincennes, he readily 

 pointed out Koliutchin Bay, East 

 Cape, the Diomede Islands. Con- 

 tinuing his story, the chief said 

 three months ago the same ship Bone-pipe. 



which he had seen in Koliutchin Bay came to anchor 

 off his "house," at the northern side of the entrance 

 to St. Lawrence Bay — the bay itself being at that time 

 full of ice. The vessel was a steamer smaller than the 

 Jeannette. This time he undoubtedly went on board. 



