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as being very plentiful in this part of Alaska. 
There is also the salmon berry, which grows on 
long canes, with fruit like a yellow raspberry, 
but of a more watery flavour. The bears eat 
enormous quantities of this berry, and their 
trails can be seen wherever the plant flourishes. 
They put one paw on the canes to break them 
down, then pick off the fruit when thus levelled 
to the ground. There is still another berry that 
is very prolific, and which would, I feel sure, 
do well in Scotland, the snowberry, which grows 
close to the ground, and is simply smothered 
with tiny black fruit—the taste is somewhat 
sweet and very watery. I tried the experiment 
one day, when amongst a patch of this fruit, of 
shutting my eyes and taking a handful at ran- © 
dom. I got quite a nice mouthful, but my fist 
contained a good deal of the green part of the 
plant, which is not unlike a heather in appearance, 
and which, of course, I had to pick out before I 
ate any. This snowberry I found to be the 
nicest possible thing to eat when I was thirsty, 
as it quenched my thirst splendidly. 
The following morning after our arrival at 
Dawson’s I sent back to Kenai six of the boys 
who had accompanied us thus far; they used the 
two bidarkis we had towed up with us for this 
purpose. The trip would only take them some 
seven hours to accomplish, as the stream was 
strong, and the boys were expert paddlers. 
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