The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
possession of by the captain and his mate. I 
was supposed to lie on the floor, which perhaps 
I was not averse to doing, for I did not like the 
state of the bunks. I had a great send-off, the 
Indians and white men waving their farewells 
as we hoisted our sails and stood up the inlet. 
It was late in the afternoon when we came to 
the West Arm, a promontory that jutted into 
the sea. Here the skipper decided to anchor 
for the night, as there was a fresh breeze blow- 
ing, and we should have had a dead beat to 
windward had we stood on. I remarked to him 
that the sunset was a very stormy one, and that 
we were in for a blow in the morning, which 
prophecy was more than fulfilled. : 
Some time was spent in taking in two reefs in 
the sails next morning; then we started. The 
farther we went the harder it blew, until there 
was half a gale. The seas ran high on ac- 
count of the shoal water, and we were making 
very bad weather of it. The voyage lasted the 
entire day, and I was heartily sick of it when we 
brought up off the village of Tyonak. Here it 
was quite impossible to land, for no boat could — 
have approached the beach. It was a miserable 
experience, and to make matters worse the lazy 
fool of a man had not given his boat enough 
chain on which to ride easily. The result was. — 
that she kept bumping about in a most uncom- 
fortable way, and finally she dragged her anchor, 
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