OH, SHOOT! 



heavy burden for a strong man on good 

 footing. 



The cabin walls were not large enough to 

 hold the skin, so our guide stayed in camp 

 the next day to flesh and salt it, while Fred and 

 I made another unsuccessful journey, covering 

 twenty-five miles of the territory where Joe 

 had been. 



Three days later, when Little sent back the 

 launch, we were ready to quit in disgust and 

 head towards the Copper River glaciers, for 

 the bears seemed utterly to have forsaken this 

 island. We could find no fresh signs, we could 

 discover no indications as to where they were 

 feeding. 



A mile from the mouth of the bay we ran 

 hard aground, and a falling tide left us high 

 and dry, but held upright this time by the 

 cabin doors, which we had removed and used 

 as props. 



"I'm going over into those woods where 

 Little and I went the first day," Fred an- 

 nounced, and Joe went with him, while I, dis- 

 heartened, went fishing in the channel. 



Having drifted opposite the mouth of a tiny 

 creek without a strike, I rowed ashore and 

 wandered aimlessly back into the open flat 



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