68 ANTHROPOLOGICAL SURVEY IN ALASKA [eth. ann. jo 



and worked stones. But most of bank has already been cut off and 

 what remains shows no signs of man on the top. (PI. 4, b.) 



Cross river obliquely to right bank, just beyond last (" 12-mile '') 

 hill. Find at once numerous evidences of stone work along the stony 

 beach. In an hour have a fair collection, mainly rejects, but interest- 

 ing. On top of bank find several mounds and ridges, doubtless dunes, 

 though the one farthest up the river looks very much like a large 

 oval man-made mound. Parts of two much-weathered skulls and 

 one bone lay on the tojj of this. No definite marks of graves except- 

 ing perhaps in one instance. A sign of old clearing farther down, 

 but no "barabras." A spot well worthy of exploration. It was. I 

 learned a little later from Nick Williams, a native who used to act 

 as a pilot on the river, the old mountain village or " Ingrega-miut," 

 and the site is 12 miles downstream from Paimute. (PL 4, c.) 



Beyond are flats and cut banks, both sides, but with hills (old 

 water front) behind on the right and mountains in front. River 

 here very wide. 



Many of the worked stones, and occasionally, according to native 

 information, skulls and bones, are washed out from the banks and 

 deposited (rolling, etc.) lower on the beach in something like strata, 

 and in that way evidence is being perverted. Some day a new bank 

 or even a dune may be formed over these secondary deposits and a 

 great source of possible future error be completed. 



All the natives along the river (to here) like to bury on the lower 

 slopes of near-by hills. 



To bed on floor of kitchen tent at the fine, clean little place of 

 Tucker's, at 10.30. At 1.30 the 20 dogs start a fine, sustained, unison 

 howl song, and I seem to hear an approaching boat. As the Gov- 

 ernor of Alaska is expected, slip on shoes and necktie, brush hair, 

 and run out. There is a little boat at the little " dock " (the only 

 one seen so far on the Yukon). Tucker and his son are already 

 there, and I soon hear that the governor is on the boat, which is 

 that of Mr. Townsend, of the Fish Commission. In a few minutes 

 we meet, both in shirt sleeves. And I learn the Mafanuska, the 

 boat that was to take me from the Russian Mission to St. Michael, 

 has broken down and is not coining. In her place, but no telling 

 as to time, will be sent the Agnes, a smaller and slower boat, on 

 which three people have already this season been " gassed " (over- 

 come by the exhaust gases), one of them jumping into the river. 

 She has accommodation for four persons at most, and that of the 

 most primitive, they say. The governor fortunately gives me some 

 hope that I may be picked up and taken down by the same boat which 

 is taking him to Holy Cross. He also tells me of a skull for me at 

 one of the stopping places, Old Hamilton. A frank, good, strong 

 man. 



