42 TWO DIANAS IN ALASKA 



tain monarchs frowned down upon us, and across the 

 Inlet, wrapped in a spotless white mantle, Iliamna 

 and Redoubt reared their volcanic peaks, and from 

 the former a jet of steam issued, and hung low about 

 the summit. 



Towards Kodiak, which lies south of Cook's Inlet, 

 the climate grew a little milder with the balmier airs 

 blowing from Southern seas. The village of Kodiak 

 lies on the east end of the island, and as we skirted 

 the shores, still under snow, the slopes reminded us 

 of the lawns at Richmond. The wilderness of forest 

 was absent, and here and there we caught glimpses of 

 park-like expanses, home-reminding pasture country. 



Through tortuous channels winding in and out of 

 tiny islands we ventured, feeling our way, up the 

 strait whereon lies Kodiak, the St. Paul of Russian 

 days. From the rear of the town a mountain covered 

 with snow added picturesqueness to the beautiful 

 scene. 



The enchantment of the northern solitudes had laid 

 its spell on us. Winter and spring commingled. 

 The island was a paradise, and all for us. 



