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packs on their own backs. I had loaned my watch to Leader Christie. 
He lost it in the Queniult river but recovered it and I now count it one 
of the interesting relics of that important piece of Olympic exploration. 
With Harry C. Coffman and Albert Gale, I had the pleasure in 
August, 1905, of walking along this ocean beach from Moclips to Neah 
Bay. We carried our blankets and food on our backs and the journey 
took twelve days. We crossed the mouths of rivers whose snowy 
sources you have explored this summer. We visited five Indian reser- 
vations and at each one we gleaned some of the quaint folk-lore. 
Not many miles north of this camp-fire I met Johnny Shales. In the 
evening we walked along the beach and sat down on a bleached drift- 
wood log. On one side was the booming music of the ocean, on the 
other was the silent forest. Overhead the stars began to people the 
sky. He was enough convinced of my sincerity to tell these stories 
or legends he had received in his boyhood: 
MISP THE TRANSFORMER 
Many, many snows ago when men were learning how to live better 
than animals, Misp travelled up and down this shore teaching men how 
to live. 
One day while walking on the beach, he saw a deer grinding large 
mussel shells on a big rock. 
“What are you doing?” asked Misp. 
“T am making a knife,” replied the deer. 
“What for?’ 
“To kill Misp.” 
“Why ?” 
A. H. Denman 
LAUNCHING AN OCEAN CANOE AT POINT GRENVILLE ON 1HE PACIFIC. ARCH ROCK IN THE DISTANCE 
