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BIG GAME SHOOTING IN ALASKA 



surprise was in no way diminished when I stepped aboard 

 the Volunteer, as she was named, to find her a perfect copy 

 of an English pleasure yacht, with her commodious cabin, 

 brass fittings, and well-kept decks, on all of which the owner 

 might have prided himself even had she been lying at Cowes 

 instead of in the Bering Sea. Last but not least in the 



The Yacht "Volunteer" in Bear River. 

 The property of Mr. D, Barstow. 



Opinion of one who had lived for some time on beans, bacon, 

 and tinned goods, there was a veritable alderman's lunch 

 spread in the cabin, at which appeared caribou steaks, fresh 

 salmon, and some of the finest prawns I ever saw, the last 

 two items caught from the yacht herself. All these luxuries, 

 accompanied by some excellent whisky, made me think that 

 I had not struck such a bad spot for my first venture on the 

 Bering Sea. Here at lunch I met Captain Du Can, a 



