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skins, but he declined it. He knew something about 

 guns, and demanded a 38-55 Winchester as his price 

 and upon that basis we finally made the trade. 



It was learned from the Eskimo that a small river 

 emptying into the head of the bay was well stocked 

 with salmon. The captain and myself rigged our 

 tackle, ran the power-boat up the stream as far as 

 we could push it, and under the Eskimo's guidance 

 tried our flies a half mile farther, where we found a 

 fine wide, deep pool. Not a strike did we have, how- 

 ever, and when we finally abandoned the attempt in 

 disgust Kidlobber, who had speared two, which he 

 gave us, explained, "Too much wind, no good." 



Thus a day was spent here, and when at length we 

 prepared to continue southward arrangements were 

 made with Kidlobber to pilot us. He had, he in- 

 formed us, frequently acted in this capacity for 

 whalers visiting the coast. Kidlobber's family and 

 all his belongings were accordingly taken aboard, in- 

 cluding a large number of dogs. Two dogs which 

 I had brought from North Star Bay to assist in 

 rounding up bear, had been previously taken ashore 

 for exercise, but both of the brutes bolted the mo- 

 ment they were set free, and that was the last we 

 saw of them. 



During the night the Eskimo called me to announce 

 that a large steamer had entered the bay and anchored 

 near us. I went on deck immediately, but the night 

 was too dark to make her out, and I had returned and 

 was just falling asleep again when some one set up 

 a loud knocking outside. Captain Bartlett arose to 



