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ordered the captain to make those wheels go, or 

 explain why. The hardy salt parleyed long enough 

 to rig up a brass bow-gun and fill it full of small 

 bolts and other odds and ends. Then he explained 

 that he would blow the ham out of the Sandwiches 

 if any trouble was desired. 



So the Beaver safely swam away to her northern 

 lodge to toil for the Hudson Bay Company, and her 

 snorting and blowing struck terror to the soul of 

 many an Indian from Astoria to Chilkat. Lieuten- 

 ant Fender used her while making surveys and 

 soundings of coast and waters. In 1889 the little 

 craft was cast upon the rocks under Brockton Point, 

 and there the poor bones lay gathering mosses and 

 seaweeds for funeral shroud till 1892. It was queer 

 to watch great modern steam craft sweep past the 

 Pacific's first power boat. Since the day I swam 

 alongside in an attempt to get a peep at her interior, 

 I've always had a tender regard for the Beaver, and 

 it was something like a shock to read in '92 that 

 the drowned one was to be haled to that all-grasping 

 World's Columbian Exposition. But the Beaver 

 had not forgotten the craft of her furry folk, so, pre- 

 sumably after she had heard of the intended moving, 

 she waited for a great big roller and just dived ! 



Before we had completed our observations a small 

 boy ranged alongside, and remarked, " Note for you, 

 sir." A new-made friend had read me aright, for 

 the note ran : " Gla-hi-you-tillicum ! I've got a bran- 

 new canoe that's never been used. If you care to 

 christen her for me, she's at your service. Orders 

 at boat-house." 



" A Peterboro away out here ! " was my first 



