UP THE PACIFIC COAST 37 



of the late chief of a tribe of Indians that re- 

 side here, and on the opposite side of the bay 

 a lot of empty houses which were erected in 

 the belief that a railroad was surely going to 

 use the port as a terminal. 



We were very much interested in Fort 

 Wrangell. The Alaska Sanitary Cannery is 

 located here, where they pack the salmon as 

 they come in from a salmon trap a few hun- 

 dred yards from the cannery. It may well be 

 called a ''sanitary cannery," because every- 

 thing is as clean as the cleanest home kitchen. 

 There is not a particle of disorder in the can- 

 nery and the noble-looking fish, as they lie 

 on the racks before being cleaned, are very 

 enticing to the appetite as well as to the 

 eye. 



A man who had been engaged in seal hunting 

 for years walked around the village with me. 

 We saw a small shop with its front window 

 filled with sealskin slippers. My friend said 

 that if I wanted to buy a pair of them he 

 would pick them out for me. This he did, 

 and I asked the proprietor — a fat, stupid-look- 

 ing man — what the price was. 



"Two dollars," he answered. 



In an endeavor to take a "rise" out of him, 

 I asked if that was the best he could do. 



