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our own natives about in the most lordly manner. Judging 

 from the looks of all these men, and some odd remarks I 

 heard, there was no love lost between them and the 

 Marshal. 



October 5 was occupied in reaching the end of the lake, 

 and afterwards drifting down the river. The latter was a 

 very different job from the arduous task of towing up it, and 

 four or five hours only were needed to cover the distance 

 which had taken us two days to get over on the way up. 

 During the evening we arrived at Kussiloff Cannery, and 

 were greeted with some expressions of surprise by Mr. 

 Morgan and his wife. Mr. Morgan had been left in charge 

 of the cannery throughout the long and dreary winter 

 months. 



Mr. Wetherbee and his staff had long ago left for warmer 

 climes, and the deserted wharf and empty houses presented 

 a very different appearance from what they did when we last 

 saw them alive with bustling Chinamen and men of other 

 nationalities, packing and loading the summer's catch of 

 salmon on board the steam tugs. 



We were entertained at supper by Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, 

 and afterwards were allotted quarters in a big bunk-house, 

 where Glyn, Little, and I were told off into upper rooms 

 under close supervision of the Marshal, who occupied a room 

 below us. In other rooms below us were also a number of 

 miners on their way down from a mine at Kussiloff Lake, all 

 of whom we had met previously. 



One of these miners was a most estimable old gentle- 

 man who appeared to take the rights and wrongs of the 

 American nation under his personal charge and responsibility. 

 I happened to be an unintentional eavesdropper at a conver- 

 sation which was carried on between him and the Marshal in 



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