The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



possession of by the captain and his mate. I 

 was supposed to lie on the floor, which perhaps 

 I was not averse to doing, for I did not like the 

 state of the bunks. I had a great send-off, the 

 Indians and white men waving their farewells 

 as we hoisted our sails and stood up the inlet. 



It was late in the afternoon when we came to 

 the West Arm, a promontory that jutted into 

 the sea. Here the skipper decided to anchor 

 for the night, as there was a fresh breeze blow- 

 ing, and we should have had a dead beat to 

 windward had we stood on. I remarked to him 

 that the sunset was a very stormy one, and that 

 we were in for a blow in the morning, which 

 prophecy was more than fulfilled. 



Some time was spent in taking in two reefs in 

 the sails next morning; then we started. The 

 farther we went the harder it blew, until there 

 was half a gale. The seas ran high on ac- 

 count of the shoal water, and we were making 

 very bad weather of it. The voyage lasted the 

 entire day, and I was heartily sick of it when we 

 brought up off the village of Tyonak. Here it 

 was quite impossible to land, for no boat could 

 have approached the beach. It was a miserable 

 experience, and to make matters worse the lazy 

 fool of a man had not given his boat enough 

 chain on which to ride easily. The result was 

 that she kept bumping about in a most uncom- 

 fortable way, and finally she dragged her anchor, 



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