28 THE NAUTILUS. 



A year ago $700,000 worth of gold was brought out on dog sledges. 

 Unfortunately I was not able to do much collecting here, as it is 

 almost imperative to take a small boat and get away from the water- 

 front of the town, and there was not sufficient time. 



On the return trip we called at Ellamar, a very small mining town 

 on a very small landlocked bay off Prince William Sound, where we 

 had to run in on one high tide and wait for the next to take the ship 

 out. I therefore had my work cut out for me, and, on account of 

 the steady downpour of rain, 1 donned waterproof and rubber boots, 

 and protected by an umbrella from the heaviest rain, I made the 

 most varied and interesting catch of the Alaskan portion of my trip. 



From Prince William Sound we sailed at midnight to Seward on 

 Resurrection Bay. When I turned out in the early morning I found 

 the tide well out and still going down, so I got busy at once. Here 

 I found many things of interest, the best being Trachydermon ray- 

 mondi Pilsbry, of which I succeeded in finding about a dozen. I 

 finished my work well before the call to breakfast, and then we had 

 a fine ride of twenty-five miles over the Alaska Central Railroad, 

 which is now in the hands of a receiver, but was then being investi- 

 gated by Mr. Geo. W. Perkins, of the firm of J. P. Morgan & Co., 

 with a view to syndicating its completion. Since our return the 

 papers have announced that this would be undertaken in the near 

 future. The road already runs fifty miles into the interior through 

 a region of marvelous beauty, and it has one unique feature of con- 

 struction. At one point the engineers have blasted out a deep pass 

 directly through a great glacier, which in future will have to be con- 

 stantly cut away, as it encroaches on the railroad right of way. 



From Seward we sailed down Resurrection Bay on a glorious 

 afternoon, passing close to the rugged group of islands at the mouth, 

 and looking back up the whole length of a great white glacier 

 directly to the setting sun which was painting everything in match- 

 less reds. Then the open ocean, and heavy clouds, and night settling 

 rapidly, and cold winds driving us to our bunks for a much-needed 

 rest. 



Morning found us in Cook's Inlet, our most westerly point, and 

 we sailed into the little station of Port Graham just at daylight. As 

 we ran into the small bay where this station lies, we saw across the 

 broad inlet the smoke of St. Augustine, the only volcano we saw 

 which was even active enough to smoke. Aside from this slight 



