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the clean rocks a lunch, enough for half a dozen. 

 They believe in good eating and plenty of it — do 

 Mr. Brown and Captain Nice of Dutch Harbor. It 

 was rash to go out into the open sea along a precipi- 

 tous and surfy shore in a rowboat, especially such 

 a one, when white-caps were blowing, and I prom- 

 ised myself to be more prudent; but it required a 

 sharper lesson to teach me that I am neither young 

 nor a mountaineer. I have been looking for a 

 memorandum of the name of the captain of that 

 new Yukon River steamboat which was making trial 

 trips at Dutch Harbor, but have lost it. He was 

 very kind, and took me with him on his fine new 

 boat whenever I wished to go. He was going up 

 the channel five or six miles to the temporary ship- 

 yard, and I went along. A fine, foamy river ran 

 out of the mountains there, and some one told me 

 there was a waterfall three-quarters of a mile back, 

 and that a trail led to it. With my camera strapped 

 to my back I started off at once. I heard after- 

 ward that some one said, "That old man will have 

 a bad time of it," as I disappeared in the ravine. 

 He ought to have called me back. The trail was a 

 narrow and thin path. I followed it till it came to 

 where the river had curved and cut into the moun- 

 tain, and I thought I saw the trail along the side of 

 the precipice from twenty to fifty feet above the 

 stream. The fact was it was a low-water trail and 

 at that point descended into the river. Intent on 

 reaching the waterfall, I went ahead. I thought 



