136 HUNTING THE SEA OTTER. 



shore, the boats were frequently in danger of being over- 

 turned by the mad fury of the intermittent blast. 



Urup has a pre-eminent and unenviable reputation for 

 this sort of thing, but Roku Bay cannot be far behind it. 



It was seven o'clock when we reached Otter Island, 

 where we anchored in the kelp, with every prospect of a 

 night to be spent in the boats. But towards midnight the 

 wind went down ; and, after an hour's rowing, we reached 

 the schooner, wet, tired, and half-famished. 



