hkdliCka] WRITER'S TRIP ON YUKON 101 



things. Many of these are from the old site on the St. Lawrence 

 Island, and especially from little isles off that island named Punuk. 

 All this strengthens the importance of those islands for regular 

 exploration. 



Thursday, July 29. In anticipation of being called up again dur- 

 ing the night, at Point Hope, which is evidently another important 

 spot for archeological exploration, for the natives are said to bring 

 many old articles for sale each year, I do not undress and go to bed 

 earlier, but have, because of the anticipation, closeness of air, and a 

 cat jumping on my face just as I am dozing off, a very poor night; 

 and no call came after all. In the morning there are cold showers, 

 the skj T is much clouded, and the wind keeps on blowing from the 

 north-northwest, threatening, the officers say. to drive the ice toward 

 this shore, which would be bad for us. It is cool and disagreeable. 

 We have anchored to the south of the spit on which stands the vil- 

 lage and can not unload or get ashore. Nor can the natives come 

 here to us. 



The village consists of a schoolhouse, a little mission (Rev. F. W. 

 Goodman), an accumulation of houses, seniisubterraneans, and tents. 

 A few tents are also seen a good distance to the right — a reindeer 

 camp. Otherwise there is nothing but the long, low, sandy, and 

 grassy spit projecting far out into the ocean. 



Later. The north-northwest still blows, and so the ship has to 

 anchor to the south of the long spit on the point of which is the vil- 

 lage. Of this but little can be seen, just a few houses, and it seems 

 near and insignificant. 



The captain is evidently waiting again for the natives to come out, 

 and I am helpless. Finally, however, a boat is made ready and I 

 am taken to the shore with the mail. This is piled on the beach, and 

 with two officers we start to walk toward the dwellings opposite to 

 us, which are the mission. Heavy walking in the loose sand and 

 grave] of the steep beach, and as we ascend it is seen the buildings 

 which seemed so near to the shore are about a mile or more away. 



A man coining toward us — the missionary. Archdeacon Goodman. 

 Tell him my mission: says he lias some business on the ship, but will 

 come, and there will be no trouble in helping me to a " good deal of 

 what I want." which sounds tine. 



In the absence of the missionary, go to see the teacher. The school 

 is over a mile in the direction toward the point. Find him at home 

 and helpful. In 15 minutes, with his aid, engage two native boys. 

 give two sacks to each, and send them out over the long Hats (old 

 beaches) to pick up every skull and jaw they can find. They go 

 cheerfully, and we depart shortly after to see Mr. La Voy. a movie- 

 picture man, who has been staying here for some time making movie 



