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trade ornamental needlework, and their narrow canoes 

 were tried by the swimmers. When the man in female 

 dress had crammed his legs and skirts with difficulty 

 into the little romid hole and pushed off, the kayak 

 promptly upset and he had to paddle desperately with his 

 hands to keep his head above water until the others 

 reached him and helped him get out of the craft. 



At St. Michael, some sixty miles from the river mouth, 

 we finished the long journey in river boats on July 15th. 

 We had traveled 2,651 miles on the Yukon and its tribu- 

 taries in fifteen days since leaving White Horse, visiting 

 many places in the interior of Alaska and had covered 

 7,563 miles from our homes on the Atlantic coast. But 

 the real sport of the summer was not yet begun. 



