IN YAKUTAT BAY 



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averse to having the cameras pointed at them. It took 

 a good deal of watching and waiting and maneuvering 

 to get a good shot. The artists with their brushes and 

 canvas were regarded with less suspicion. 



The state of vegetation in Yakutat Bay was like that of 

 early May in New York, though the temperature was 

 lower. Far up the mountain side near the line of snow 

 the willows were just pushing out. 

 At their base the columbine, rock 

 loving as at home, but larger and 

 coarser flowered, was in bloom, 

 and blue violets could be gathered 

 by the handful. Back of the en- 

 campment were acres of lupine 



just bursting into flower. It gave a gay, festive look 

 to the place. Red-vested bumble bees were working 

 eagerly upon it. The yellow warbler was nesting in 

 the alders near by. New birds added to our list from 

 these shores were the pine grosbeak, the Arctic tern, 

 and the robber jaeger. No large game was secured by 

 our hunters in Yakutat Bay, though Captain Kelly de- 

 clared he was at one 

 time so near a bear 

 that he could smell 

 him. The bear un- 

 doubtedly got a first 

 smell of the Captain. 

 Our party had now 

 been a month to- 

 gether and had as- 

 sumed the features of a large and happy family on a sum- 

 mer holiday cruise. We were of diverse interests and 

 types of character, yet one in the spirit of true comrade- 

 ship. This fortunate condition was largely due to the truly 

 democratic and manly character of the head of the expedi- 



OUR SHIP, THE GEORGE W. ELDER. 



