ALASKA, MOUNT ST. ELIAS AND PEINCE WILLIAM 



SOUND. 



Icy Bay Bears and other Animals The Start Quicksands A lost 

 Explorer Gigantic Glaciers Our final Attempt to reach the Summit 

 A Battle with the Surf Death of Three Indians A Schooner arrives 

 I leave the Others and voyage Northwards A Hunter's Home Sea 

 Otter Hunters Drunken Indians Estuary of the Copper Eiver Our 

 Life at Nuchuk The Trade in Furs Myriads of Salmon Game of 

 Prince William Sound Voyage to Kodiak A Fearful Tragedy. 



WHEN the Pinta finally steamed away with a fare- 

 well whistle and left us to our fate, cut off from all the 

 world, we could barely summon sufficient courage to 

 pitch the tents and stow away our provisions under 

 shelter. I could realise the feelings of an Alexander 

 Selkirk. A vague anxiety, like some unquiet fore- 

 boding, oppressed me at the thought of the Pacific 

 surf. If it rarely became more peaceful and less for- 

 midable than it then was, our attempt to leave when 

 the time came might be fraught with disaster. But 

 meanwhile we could comfort ourselves with wild 

 strawberries, which dotted the sward in millions, some 

 nearly an inch in diameter ; and with gazing on the 

 tracks of bear, some of which impressions were quite 

 recent, and measured 14 inches in length by 8 in 

 width, crossing the sand-dunes in every direction, 

 varied by the smaller footmarks of foxes. The Indians, 

 too, casting care to the winds, went out with clubs 

 and a gun after seal, to gorge themselves on the blub- 

 ber, and as we had no objection to fresh meat, I insti- 



