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of the second day out. We made camp on the bank 

 of the creek, and John and I engaged in gathering 

 a supply of wood. After we had been thus occu- 

 pied for ten or iif teen minutes, I noticed that Sey- 

 mour was nowhere in sight, and asked John where 

 he was. 



" He try spear salmon.' 



" What will he spear him with?" I said. " Sharp 

 stick?" 



" No. He bring spear in him pocket," said John. 



We were standing on the bank of the creek again, 

 and as lie spoke there was a crashing in the brush 

 overhead, and an immense >salmon, nearly three feet 

 long, landed on the ground between us. Seymour 

 had indeed brought a spear with him in his pocket. 

 It was made of a fence-nail and two pieces of goat 

 horn, with a strong cord about four feet long 

 attached. There was a sort of socket in the upper 

 end of it, and the points of the two pieces of horn 

 were formed into barbs. As soon as Seymour had 

 dropped his pack he had picked up a long, dry, 

 cedar pole, one end of which he had sharpened and 

 inserted between the barbs, fastening the string so 

 that when he should strike a fish the spear point 

 would pull off. With this simple weapon in hand 

 he had walked out on the vast body of driftwood 

 with which the creek is bridged for half a mile below 

 the lake, and peering down between the logs, had 

 found and killed the fish. We made a fire in the 

 hollow of a great cedar that stood at the water's 

 edge. The tree was green, but the fire soon ate a 

 large hole into the central cavity, and, by fre- 

 quent feeding with dry wood, we had a fire that 



