American Big Game in its Haunts 



This was all familiar country to me, for I had 

 spent over a month in this locality the year before, 

 and as we camped for the night I could hardly 

 realize that twelve months had gone by since I 

 left this beautiful spot. For the Island of 

 Afognak, with its giant cliffs and deep bays, is to 

 my mind one of the most picturesque regions I 

 have ever seen. 



The next morning the wind was unfavorable, but 

 in the afternoon we were able to visit one of the 

 salmon streams. The red salmon had come, but 

 it would be another week or more before the hump- 

 backs would begin their run. It was a bleak day, 

 with the rain driving in our faces. We forced 

 our way up the banks of a stream for some miles, 

 following well-defined bear trails through the tall 

 grass. Some large tracks were seen, but we sighted 

 no game. We returned to camp after ten o'clock 

 that night, wet to the skin and chilled through. 

 The following day was a repetition of this, only 

 under worse weather conditions, if that were 

 possible. 



I now decided to push on to a large bay on the 

 northeast side of the island. This is locally known 

 as Seal Bay, and is supposed to be without question 

 the best hunting ground on Afognak. 



Unfortunately a heavy wind detained us in 

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