CHAPTER V 



COASTING ALONG THE ALASKA PENINSULA 



She sings like one immortal 



Pericles 



'Tis gold which makes Diana's rangers false themselves 



Cymbelinc 



BY this time we had discovered that we had great 

 cause to complain of the ship's chef. He could cook 

 all right when he was able, but, then, he was so often 

 hors de combat. He told me that he was "saved," 

 but from what did not transpire. Certainly not from 

 whisky, of which he appeared to own an illicit still. 

 Fortunately our cabin boy, Tom, a first-class youth, 

 was able to cope with the duties so often thrust upon 

 him, the while our cook lay huddled in his berth 

 crooning, " Yes, there'll be glory for me, for me. 

 Oh yes, there'll be glory for me." 



Tom, in a burst of confidence, told me that an end 

 to the carousals must come, because the whisky supply 

 would not continue to meet the demands made upon 

 it. So there was nothing to do but wait the coming 

 of that day of days. 



Routine on board our ship as regards the saloon 

 department was only noticeable in the mornings. As 

 a rule breakfast was forthcoming in good time, but 



the day following the bear hunt appeared to be a dies 



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