American Big Game in its Haunts 



My nerve was tested a bit as the baidarka swept 

 by the shore, for had it once got well started we 

 should have been drawn into the rapids and then 

 into a long line of angry breakers beyond. At 

 one point it seemed as if we were heading right 

 into these dangerous waters, and then abruptly 

 turning at a sharp angle, we glided around a point 

 into a shallow bay. Circling this shore we suc- 

 cessfully passed inside the line of breakers and 

 soon met the long ground swell of the Pacific, 

 while Seal Bay stretched for many miles inland on 

 the other side. 



It had been a long day, but as the wind was 

 favorable we stopped only for a cup of tea and 

 then pushed on to the very head of the bay. Here, 

 at the mouth of a salmon stream, we came upon 

 many fresh bear tracks, and passed the night 

 watching. As we had seen nothing by four o'clock 

 in the morning, we cautiously withdrew, and, 

 going some distance down the shore, camped in an 

 old hunting barabara. It had been rather a long 

 stretch, when one considers that we had break- 

 fasted a little over twenty-four hours before. 

 Watching a salmon stream by night is poor sport, 

 but it is the only kind of hunting that one can do 

 at this time of the year. 



I slept until seven o'clock, when the men called 

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