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Our collectors bring in a Steller's jay, a russet-backed 

 thrush, an Oregon junco, a gray fox sparrow, a lutescent 

 warbler, a rufous-backed chickadee with nest 

 and eggs, and a red-throated woodpecker. 



At eight o'clock we are off again toward 

 Wrangell Narrows, across the superb Wrangell 

 Bay. At noon we see Devil's Thumb on our 

 right, a naked shaft over sixteen hundred feet 

 high rising from a mountain which is over seven 

 thousand feet. It is a thumb of goodly dimen- 

 sions. 



The next day we see our first glacier, the Pat- 

 terson, a small affair, compared with those we 

 were soon to see; indeed about the smallest 

 lamb of the flock of Muir's Mountain sheep, but 

 interesting to novice eyes. It lies there low in the 

 lap or apron of the mountain and suggests the 

 fragment of an arrested or congealed river. All 

 the afternoon we sailed under cloudless skies along Fred- 

 erick Sound, feasting our eyes upon the vast panorama of 

 the encircling mountains. When we tire of this there are 



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 TOTEMS. 



PASSAGE NEAR WRANGELL NARROWS. 



the low curving shores and nearer-by heights and the nu- 

 merous tree-capped islands that seem floating upon the 

 blue expanse of water. Many whales are seen blowing, 

 their glistening backs emerging from the water, turning 

 slowly like the periphery of a huge wheel. 



