American Big Game in its Haunts 



stretches of the Malaspina glacier, called to mind 

 the successful Abruzzi expedition, which reached 

 the top of this mountain a few years ago. Look- 

 ing at the rough sides of the grand old mountain, 

 more impressive than any snow peak in Europe, 

 one unconsciously plans an attack, as the climbing 

 instinct is aroused. 



Abruzzi has taken Mt. St. Elias out of the field 

 of the mountain climber looking for new peaks, 

 but a glance at the map shows us Mt. Logan, 

 19,000 feet, backing up Mt. St. Elias from the 

 north, and Mt. McKinley, 20,000 feet, the highest 

 known peak we have, placed nearer the center of 

 the big peninsula. These should now claim the 

 attention of some good mountaineer, with time and 

 money at his command. They demand both. 



We did not fail to inquire at Yakutat about that 

 rare animal, the blue or St. Elias bear, and were 

 told that two or three skins were secured every 

 year. I was later much disappointed in being un- 

 able to return to this coast early enough in the year 

 to look up this bear, which has never been killed 

 by a white man, and as its skull has never been 

 brought in by the Indians, it remains practically 

 unknown. 



The island of Kayak, the next calling place for 

 boats, played a very important part in the early 



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