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of nature looks innocent and harmless for a while to sailors, 

 but they are never certain that at any rnoment the treacherous 

 gales of wind, known locally as " woollies," may not come 

 rushing down like a tornado from the glaciers and mountain- 

 tops, soon to lash the sea up into a perfect inferno. The 

 passengers of the Bertha parted with many tokens of mutual 



Coast Scenery in Speing on the Fkazer Reach. 



regret, and with recollections of a pleasant voyage down, 

 owing to the host of good company that had been gathered 

 on board. 



Seattle was, as usual, full of life and bustle. Every one 

 there seems bent on making money, and many of them are 

 doing it fast. During our short stay we met a number of 

 amusing characters, many of them full of anecdotes. One of 

 these men regaled me with a funny dog story, and as it 



