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farther inward. So we replaced everything (outwardly) and started 

 off to meet the native boat. Found in it two young men and three 

 women. Inquired about old sites and learned of one about 3 miles 

 farther inward. 



Stopped at the reindeer camp. Found there about a dozen in- 

 dividuals. Got more information, also a young man to go with us, 

 bought for the Bear a dozen good-sized silver salmon — caught this 

 morning and lying for protection against flies, in a pool of water — 

 and left for the old site " around the point." 



A nice site, but small. Fine beach for bathing if it were in a 

 warmer climate. Remains of about a half dozen semisubterranean 

 houses. A copper nail from one shows they were not very ancient. 

 And no burials left, save one, more recent, of a child, most of which 

 is gone. But there is a green elevated plane rising from the beach 

 and we soon rind several varieties of berries, especially large and good 

 blueberries, a variety of huckleberry, and a sort of wine-tasting 

 dwarf blackberry. Collect enough for immediate consumption — a 

 most welcome diversion in every way — and get somte for the captain. 



Leave near 1 p. m. A little lunch on boat, then once more the 

 reindeer camp, where the young women make us good hot coffee 

 with as good biscuits as one could find anywhere. Buy more berries 

 from them, load our fish (12 salmon ranging about 12 pounds each, 

 for $3), and start off for another site just around Stony Point. 



Round up one point, then another and another, up to five, and by 

 that time the going has become so rough that we get much tossed 

 about, ship water, dog gets frightened and near sick, and just 

 as we reach what we thought must be the last point there juts out 

 still another. It is now so rough that the boatswain thinks we could 

 not land, and so nothing remains but to turn back to the mother 

 boat. Reach there near 3.30 p. m. Soon all boats are hoisted, and at 

 4 the Bear is on her way to St. Michael. 



August 18. Arrived about midnight off St. Michael ; must stay out- 

 side due to shoal water. Somewhat rough. 



In the morning boat coaling, dirty work, so all who can go ashore. 

 Meet Mr. Williams again; buy a few native articles in stores, visit 

 Mrs. Evans, the teacher-nurse, who has on an occasion successfully 

 amputated a native's finger. The deputy marshal takes me to his 

 house, gives me some dried deer meat and smoked salmon strips, and 

 promises to be on a lookout for specimens for us. Near noon return. 

 Still rough. 



At night a bad blow and the ship tossing a great deal, almost as 

 during the storm to St. Lawrence. Feel it considerably, but after 

 3 a. m. wind and water moderate. Feel effects of it. however, whole 

 morning. For an explorer to be ever in rough weather subject to 

 seasickness is a horrid affliction. 



