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RECREA TION. 



By permission of the Cosmopolitan Magazine. 



MOUNT EDGECOMBE FROM SITKA BAY. 



tenances ceded to the United States of 

 America by treaty." On the house-top 

 there was a low tower which was en- 

 closed by glass on the side toward the 

 west, and in the tower a huge basin for 

 holding oil, with places around the sides 

 for wicks, and behind all a reflector 

 made of pieces of common mirror set in 

 a concave frame. To the mariner of 

 the olden time who came up past Cape 

 Ommaney and sought the entrance to 

 the bay, Mount Edgecombe was a 

 landmark by day, and by night the dim 

 light from the tower on the governor's 

 house; but the quaint light, like old Bar- 

 anoff's glory, had gone out years before. 



The boat with the 

 four anglers crossed 

 the little cove where 

 flounders lie thick 

 on the sandy bottom 

 fifteen fathoms be- 

 low. They breath- 

 ed a noisome odor 

 which came floating 

 over the stockade 

 that separates the 

 Indian village from 

 the town. A good 

 Indian had just been 

 hauled up through a 

 hole in the roof of 

 the hut and laid on 

 a pile of dry wood, 

 while mourning re- 

 latives and friends 

 gathered around 

 making hideous 

 noises on their torn- 



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TOTEM CARVED FROM A MOUNTAIN SHEEP S HORN. 

 END VIEW. 



TOTEM CARVED FROM A MOUNTAIN SHEEP S 

 HORN. SIDE VIEW. 



toms and eu-gags, and a relative, with 

 averted face, applied a torch to the pyre, 

 just as the old Greeks did thousands of 

 years before. When the combustible por- 

 tions of Lo had been scattered to the four 

 winds of heaven, his earthly particles, 

 namely, his ashes, were gathered to- 

 gether and deposited in a box which 

 was set up on a pole behind the village. 

 So he was gathered to his fathers. 



The anglers had no interest in the 

 obsequies of the deceased, so they went 

 their way. They passed the mouth 

 of Indian river where the clear water 

 comes swirling down a dark gorge. It 

 is a small trout stream, and a stream 

 for small trout. One of the anglers 

 had gone out there a few days be- 

 fore and made a cast in the best pooL 

 A fish was the result, and when a dozen 



