CRUISING THE FJORDS OF THE NORTH PACIFIC 
The waters were further commoted by 
the tide-rips caused by the counter currents 
from the three entrances. Besides, gusty 
land breezes played nervously off the 
mountainsides, making navigation a cau- 
tious job. But the wind was fair,so we gave 
the “‘Josephine”’ full sail, and she showed a 
clean pair of heels, her little crew enrapt in 
the majestic panorama past which she sped. 
It was like a beautiful dream; from which, 
however, we were soon awakened abruptly 
by a terrorizing side-dip of our craft, as a 
strong puff of wind off the high mountains 
caught our sail. In an instant our clever 
Indian skipper, wise to the consequences, 
had dropped the peak of the mainsail and 
a second and stronger puff that otherwise 
would have capsized us did no hurt. 
This was off Boulder point, some fifteen 
miles up the inlet, and as the day was nearly 
spent we made for an anchorage for the 
night in Lull bay, apparently a quiet little 
harbor, but, as later developed, wholly 
undeserving of its name, for on its seemingly 
protected waters our boat tossed like an 
eggshell the night through, as great waves 
rolled in from the high seas that raged out- 
side. We put out a stern-line in addition 
to our anchor late in the night, but still 
rolled and pitched furiously. 
At the head of the bay was a small sandy 
beach where a little river emptied, after 
traversing a narrow 
but beautiful valley 
which here rent the 
mountain mass—an 
oasis of green in a 
great desert of rock. 
We went ashore to 
replenish our water 
casks, and _ traveled 
a piece up-stream. 
Everywhere the deep, 
dark pools were black 
with salmon, and up 
the rapids they wig- 
gled their way, almost 
walked, against the 
roaring torrent. As 
we returned to our 
dingey drawn up on 
the beach, a slothful 
porcupine plodded 
across our path, and 
sitll 
A KNIGHT’S INLET MOUNTAIN GOAT, WHICH, ON BEING SHOT, TUMBLED 
441 
would have gone unharmed but that his 
bristles were needed to improvise a shaving 
brush our kit lacked. He yielded them up 
and his life reluctantly, the soft-nosed bul- 
lets from a new automatic pistol mushroom- 
ing poorly in his carcass, flabby with fat. 
We staid at anchor until late the next 
morning, by which time the waters had 
calmed, the wind having died out during 
the night. As we pulled around Boulder 
point we saw a lone deer, a small buck, 
among some bushes along the scarp of a 
mountain. Keeping well inshore, we came 
to a point just opposite his position at a 
range of about 350 yards, and, taking 
deliberate aim, fired a single shot, and 
down fell our quarry head over heels into 
the water, several rocks with him. 
A short time afterward, still becalmed 
and pulling at the sweeps, we saw two more 
deer, also several bands of white goats, a 
beautiful sight as they moved slowly about, 
high on the rocky mountain sides, cropping 
the scant verdure here and there. ‘These 
goats were beyond range, and the deer we 
made no trial for, though within rifle carry. 
As we proceeded, we scanned the mountain- 
sides with our binoculars and many other 
bands of goats and solitary animals were 
descried, the most of them beyond range, 
and many mere moving™specks of white 
invisible to the naked eye. 

INTO THE SEA 
