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JOHN BURROUGHS 



a kind of raspberry an inch in diameter, with a slightly 

 bitterish flavor, but very good. 



The lovely weather still favored us on our return trip 

 down the inland passage. Under date of the 26th I find 

 this entry in my note book: 



"Bright and warm and still; all day down the inside 

 passage. At one point in Tongass Narrows, fishermen 

 taking salmon: a large seine gathered in between two 

 row boats, one of them bright red, and men in each with 

 forks picking the fish out of the net and throwing them 

 into the boat. The salmon glance and wriggle in the sun 

 like bars of silver. Bristling forests, tufted islands, snow- 

 striped peaks on every side. A soft placid day when na- 

 ture broods and dreams, both sea and shore wrapped in a 

 profound midsummer tranquility." 



DESERTED INDIAN VILLAGE NEAR CAPE FOX. 



In the afternoon we anchored off a deserted Indian vil- 

 lage north of Cape Fox. There was a row of a dozen 

 houses on the beach of a little bay, with nineteen totem 

 poles standing along their fronts. These totem poles were 

 the attraction. There was a rumor that the Indians had 

 nearly all died of smallpox a few years before and that the 

 few survivors had left under a superstitious fear, never to 

 return. It was evident that the village had not been occu- 



