FORT RELIANCE TO FORT RESOLUTION 265 



Old Fort Reliance from east 



moment the dear ones far away were also looking on 

 that radiant face. 



On the 21st we were storm-bound at Et-then Island, 

 but utilised the time collecting. I gathered a lot of 

 roots of Pulsa- 

 tilla and Ca- 

 lypso. Here 

 Billy amused 

 us by catching 

 Wiskajons in 

 an old-fashioned springle that dated from the days 

 when guns were unknown; but the captured birds 

 came back fearlessly each time after being released. 



All that day we had to lie about camp, keeping un- 

 der cover on account of the rain. It was dreary work 

 listening to the surf ceaselessly pounding the shore 

 and realising that all these precious hours were needed 



to bring us to Fort 

 Resolution, where the 

 steamer was to meet 

 us on the 25th. 



On the 23d it was 

 calmer and we got 

 away in the gray dawn 

 at 5.45. We were now in Weeso's country, and yet he 

 ran us into a singular pocket that I have called Weeso's 

 Trap — a straight glacial groove a mile long that came 

 to a sudden end and we had to go back that mile. 



The old man was much mortified over his blunder, 

 but he did not feel half so badly about it as I did, for 

 every hour was precious now. 



Old Fort Reliance from south 



