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ground of the snow-covered mountains of the 

 Mainland, in the middle distance many islands 

 clad with wood down to the foreshore, a sea 

 like glass in which mountains, islands and 

 forests were reflected and the surface only 

 broken by the eddies of the flowing tide. 

 The sunset was glorious and the colouring 

 indescribable. 



That evening, we saw a remarkable sight. 

 Pilot whales in schools were common at the 

 Campbell River, but here came a great whale 

 all alone ploughing his way up the inlet and 

 coming up every few minutes to blow — once 

 he threw his entire body many feet out of the 

 water and came down with a crash which 

 echoed through the surrounding islands. 



September 18th. After a hearty breakfast 

 we got away about 9 a.m., but by 12.45 the 

 appetites of the men called for a halt. Noon 

 never passed without a spell for food being 

 proposed. 



Trolling with a spoon and a hand line, for 

 I had left my rod at Alert Bay, I got a nice 

 cohoe of about ten pounds, and strange to say 

 quite good eating. 



At 4 o'clock a halt for the night was 

 suggested, but I would not have it, and as 

 Lansdown said there was a good camping 



