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of the waves at low tide, showing black amid the churned 

 water ; rocks rising a few feet above the ocean surface com- 

 pletely washed by every wave; rocks with broad, waterworn 

 shoulders in the center of which a narrow pinnacle rises 

 twenty or more feet almost sheer skyward ; rocks rising sheer 

 from the waters and overhanging, narrowing toward the 

 summit or with nearly parallel sides to the verdure-clad crest 

 200 feet from the water. The accompanying half-tones of a 

 few which it was possible to photograph between fog banks, 

 or partly wrapped within the fog. give but a sorry suggestion 

 of what we were looking upon during nearly the entire day, 

 June 5th, as our Indians rowed and paddled from the vantage 

 point of Ta'toosh Island to our Sandy Point Camp, about half 

 the distance to LaPush. 



The weather experts on Tatoosh Island had promised us fair 

 weather for at least two days, but predicted that the presence 

 of an extensive area of high pressure would cause long and 

 high rolling swells. They shrugged their shoulders when we 

 proposed launching forth in the 18-foot canoe with more than 

 a ton of baggage. Their prediction was verified in every par- 

 ticular. Only the Indians and the writer felt the gnawings 

 of hunger during the eight hours on the water. Very little 

 water was shipped during the voyage, in fact rather less in 

 quantity than the involuntary response to the call of the sea ! 

 Just inside the line of rocks which form the limits of the 

 broad bay-like area bordering the beach at Sandy Point huge 

 kelps fairly crowd each other and effectually bar the en- 

 croachment of any rough water. Once inside the line of kelps 

 the water becomes glassy smooth with only long flat swells 

 which die away almost immediately. The canoe wound its 

 way along moderately clear channels in the kelp forests, 

 avoiding scarcely submerged rocks, and poked its nose into 

 a gently sloping sandy beach. Just beyond the storm wave 

 line the beach presented the typical appearance of the region 

 with its abundant supply of drift ranging all the way from 

 splinters of wood to logs many feet in diameter. Bird voices 



