I30 BIG GAME SHOOTING IN ALASKA chap. 



other valley in a similar manner with the same result. 

 Having spent two hours in this way, and finding myself 

 back near the boat, I got disgusted and rowed back to the 

 schooner. My feelings can be imagined when, on stepping 

 aboard, the ship's cook informed me that he had witnessed 

 the whole affair from the schooner. The bear had crossed 

 over the ridge of the hill, and while I was crawling up the 

 first valley, he was coming towards me just out of sight on 

 the other side of the ridge and making for the seashore. 

 He had passed within 50 or 60 yards of me, and then walked 

 along the beach for some time. Finally, as I crossed the 

 ridge and, turning back, almost followed his tracks to the 

 shore, he had similarly retraced my steps along the valley up 

 which I went, and we again passed each other within a short 

 distance, with only the crest of the hill dividing us. The 

 cook had been a highly amused spectator of the whole 

 performance, but he was too far away to make me hear if he 

 had shouted to me. Thus ended my second misadventure 

 with a bear. For two more days we remained in Herendeen 

 Bay, where Mr. Barstow was making a survey of the coast- 

 line, and on the following morning sailed out into the Bering 

 Sea. Here we had an opportunity of seeing what a fine 

 sea-boat the Volunteer was. On reaching the entrance to 

 Port Moller and Herendeen Bay, we encountered a tide 

 running out with a speed of 9 knots per hour, and at the 

 point where this current met the full swell of the open sea, 

 and also a strong head wind, there was a terrible tide rip. 

 Our skipper, who was a Norwegian, said to me, " I guess 

 this sea is real mean, and that is darn'd aggravating just now, 

 when I wanted to show you what an elegant mover this craft 

 is. However, it ain't what you want, but what you get in this 

 country, so here goes," and clapping on all the canvas the 



