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down by the Yukon, and many hewn and sawed timbers 

 from wrecked vessels. 



THE RETURN TRIP. 



Returning to Unalaska we tarried a few hours at Dutch 

 Harbor to take in water and coal, and then, for the first 

 time, our good ship pointed eastward and toward home. 

 A steamer from the Yukon was also in Dutch Harbor 

 with a couple of hundred returning gold seekers on board. 

 As we steamed away I saw several of them far up on the 

 green mountain side on our left looking down upon us. 

 They were barely distinguishable on that broad high 

 emerald slope. Just out of the harbor we saw myriads of 

 fulmars, a kind of petrel. The sea for miles was black 

 with them. We touched again at the Shumagin Islands to 

 pick up the party we had left there on the 7th; and on 

 the 20th were again at sweet pastoral Kadiak. The wild 

 roses were in bloom, very large and fine, and armfuls of 

 them were brought in to deck the table in celebration of 

 the birthday of one of Mr. Harriman's daughters. While 

 here we took an afternoon to visit Long Island, ten or 

 twelve miles away, where there was another fox farm. 

 It was a low wooded island of several hundred acres 

 stocked with about a thousand blue foxes. Some of the 



animals peeped shyly at us from 

 around the corner of an old barn, 

 others growled at us from be- 

 neath it, while others still lifted 

 up their voices in protest from 

 the woods. A great many fish, 

 31|fijpL : --~ trout and salmon, were drying 

 the < dora,' which carries the in the sun from poles on the 

 mail to kadiak. beach in front. These were for 



the foxes in winter. Magpies were common here and 

 very tame. The farmer had a comfortable home and a 



