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preserved him his life a considerable time. 
As night fell we came to anchorage in a 
bight round Sallie point. We were now 
entering a region of taller peaks—rough 
rocks with snowy tops. On our right rose 
Mt. Young; on the left Cap Cone and Mt. 
Lillie, hoary headed monsters ascended a 
mile above earth’s common crust by some 
primeval disruption. Our anchorage was 
further sheltered by Naena point, a small 
projection of solid rock that with Sallie 
point formed a safe little cove. We had 
come but fifteen miles the day, and then 
only with the hardest pulling, for not a 
breath of air had favored our sail. With 
sundown chill winds off the mountains, 
surcharged by snow and glacial ice, drove 
us from deck to cabin and bunks, after we 
first enjoyed a supper of venison and 
“spuds.” 
The next day was Sunday, and it dawned 
clear and cold. A strong head wind beset 
our course, and we worked slowly up the 
inlet against it. After leaving Sallie point 
the inlet swings due north, and the wind 
blew vigorous and most cold from that quar- 
ter, making it chilly work holding the helm 
against it. We continued tacking all 
morning, and had made a point just below 
Kwalate point by midday, when suddenly 
the wind died and we lay becalmed several 
hours. Here we found that the waters of 
the inlet, which had thus far been briny 
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owing to the predominance of sea water, 
were fresh and drinkable. We had passed 
the highest level reached by the ocean tides, 
which at their height extend halfway up 
the inlet. It was no longer “water, water, 
everywhere, but not a drop to drink,” 
and this was a great convenience, especially 
in cooking. 
About four o’clock a light, fair wind 
sprang up and we squared away. Off the 
point the wind freshened, and after skipping 
along smoothly for several hours, we 
moored the ‘“‘Josephine”’ for the night in a 
little bay just below Transit point. Several 
deserted Indian shacks at the head of the 
bay stood off in the bush from a sandy 
beach, where a little river disembogued. 
An Indian grave topped a little island of 
rock just off-shore. The picture was a vivid 
one, the like of which the great North holds 
many. A family of trapping Indians here 
had builded rude homes, had ranged the 
silent place for fur and died. Across the 
inlet from where we lay at anchor a great 
glacier nestled near the clouds, and from 
it, beneath the August sun, like silver 
threads, a score of streams tumbled down 
the mountainside. Five hundred fe@t above 
the fjord, where the mountain descended 
in sheer precipice to the sea, the several 
torrents met again, and rushing on together 
their united waters formed a great cascade, 
which with catapultic force shot far out 
