i 4 2 TWO DIANAS IN ALASKA 



Arriving at our forsaken-looking camp, we tied our 

 little visitor to a pole of the Leader's tent, and mixed 

 up some Nestle's milk, which the cub would not 

 touch. We administered some of the liquid in 

 medicinal-like doses, a spoonful at a time. Kitchener 

 could eat, he wished us to know, and had a decided 

 preference for licking very high salmon which Steve 

 procured from the coast-line. 



The next day the Lily returned for us, but in the 

 early morning we sought the estuary and the river, 

 to discover the reason for the presence of so many 

 bobbing seals and wheeling birds of prey. The 

 salmon were running up the river, seeking the lake 

 away up in the distant foothills. As we neared the 

 water we heard a sound like the rushing of a river 

 over rattling stones, and going to the elevation of a 

 sandy hummock alongside the stream, an amazing 

 and wonderful spectacle presented itself. In the 

 clear waters of the crystal river thousands of silver 

 fish pressed onwards with deep-set purpose. 



" And thick and fast they came at last, 

 And more, and more, and more." 



Over the shallows at the head of the estuary the 

 salmon forced their way, stranding themselves 

 momentarily very often, an unending stream of 

 silver, layers and layers of glittering fish, flank to 

 flank, head to tail, close together. Over shallow 

 reaches the salmon put on a spurt and travelled more 

 speedily, as though to obviate the danger of being 

 stranded. We left our vantage ground to wander 

 up- and down-stream the better to view the piscine 



