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geo^aphers of the expedition after Mr. Harriman, It 
was ascertained that most of the glaciers ' which have 
tiitherto been known and explored are growing, smaller. 
In Siberia and at Port Clarence interesting opportun- 
ities were had of seeing the Eskimo living in their prim- 
itive condition, in huts made from the bones of whales 
and covered with skins, and traveling in boats of skin, 
the kayaks and umiaks, of which all have read, but 
which so few have seen. 
The wonderfullj'' favorable weather enjoyed during this 
trip gave the travelers unusual opportunities for viewing 
the marvelous scenery of the Alaskan coast. They were 
especially fortunate in obtaining unobstructed views of the 
St. Elias and Fairweather Alps, as well as of the beauti- 
ful mountains of the Alaska Peninsula. This good 
weather was especially favorable also for the photog- 
raphers, who, as a matter of fact, were perhaps the hard- 
est worked people on the ship. Several thousand pho- 
tographs were taken, which, while chiefily devoted to 
the magnificent scenery of the coast, include great num- 
bers of natural history objects, as well as many views 
of the natives. 
• Much of the success of the expedition was due to the 
excellence of the ship and her equipment, and to the 
abler manner in which she was handled by Capt. Doran 
and his officers and crew. The selection of the ship and 
officers, and the preparations for the voyage were made 
him, so he untied and shuffled it ofif as he ran. So, re- 
joicing to see them apparently unharmed, he came within 
sight and hail of the truants, who might have heard his 
loud panting before he called, if their ears had not been so 
intently turned elsewhere. 
"Oh, Unc' Lisher! We seen Sammy cried, too 
full of his wonderful story to realize guiltiness, but the 
old man cut him short with an unwonted sharpness. 
■'■Sammy Lovel ! you desarve a-hidin', an' I guess you'll 
git it, tew, when your father gets hum an' comes tu 
know !" 
"Don't care," Sammy resumed, not to be denied the 
telling of his story. "We seen the awfullest thing, an' I 
shot him right in the face an' eyes, an' he come daown 
ker-lummux, 'most onto us, an' tore Sissy's clo'es, an' we 
run an' I guess he's dead or gone, an' Sissy da'sn't go, nor 
Drive, an' le's we go an' see. My! if he didn't holler !" 
"You be'n a-tellin' 'baout seein' critters consid'able, 
long back, an' I reckon you kinder dreamt 'em nights an' 
fixed 'em up daytimes 'till you be'lieved 'em, but I'm 
feared ^you're making up this 'ere, aouten a hul side o' 
luther," Uncle Lisha said, in a tone so severe that 
Sammy's heart was near breaking. "An' you hooked your 
daddjr's gun, an' run away wi' Sis, wi'aout askin' !" 
"No, Unc' Lisher," the boy protested, swallowing first 
at_ a lump which would not go down. "Daddy toF me I 
might go huntin' wi' his gun 'one o' these days,' an' you 
. ROUTE OF THE HARRIMAN ALASKA EXPEDITIOlSi:. 
By courtesy of the National Geographic Magazine. 
under direction of Mx*. A. L. Mohler, President of the 
Oregon Railway and Navigation Company. 
At different points during the voyage the party was in- 
creased by representatives of the great commercial com- 
panies m Alaska, each of whom accompanied the ship 
through regions of which he is especially familiar. These 
were Capt. Humphreys, of the Pacific Steam Whaling 
Company; Mr. Washburn, of the Alaska Commercial 
Company, and Mr. J. Stanley- Brown, of the N. A. Com- 
mercial Company. The presence of these gentlemen 
added niuch to the interest of the trip. 
The journeyings of the Harriman Alaska Expedition 
were in all respects delightful, interesting, and instruc- 
tive. The trip will remain through life a bright remem- 
brance to all those who took part in it. Some of its 
phases, as witnessed by one of the members, will be de- 
scribed in subsequent chapters. ' G. B. G. 
Sam's Boy. XIIL 
Congratulating himself on his success in escaping for 
awhile from story-telling. Uncle Lisha hammered and 
stitched in great contentment until at last he became aware 
that an unusual and protracted interval of silence was per- 
vading the premises, and as he held it to be a sure sign 
that the children were asleep or in mischief if they were 
quiet, he thought it time to inform himself in which 
condition they were now, praying that it might be the 
first. 
He went to the shop - door and looked abroad, but 
they were nowhere to be seen. Then he looked into the 
kitchen, hoping to see the pair lying asleep on the settee, 
but it was empty and silent. As he cast a glance around 
the room, he noted the chair set out of place and the 
empty gunhooks above it, whereat he conjectured at once 
that mischief had been brewing, and hurried out of doors 
in great anxiety. The prodigious fuss he made in moving 
his fat body quickly on his short legs frightened the staid 
old hens from their songs of contentment and leisurely 
strolling, and ser£ them cackling and scampering; and 
his repeated stentorian calls, "Sam-mee ! Children!" 
brought no response. 
His first thought was to make at once for the nearest 
woods, whither the truants would naturally betake them- 
selves; but before doing so he looked into the cistern, 
though the cover was in its proper place, and then he 
went behind the woodshed as a likely resort from ob- 
servers. _ Before he got in sight of it, the roar of a gun 
struck his ear, coming from the woods in the very direc- 
tion he was about to take, and now, took it without further 
delay, at the best pace he could hold. 
The sun shone hot on liis bare, bald pate, and the 
leathern apron flapping against his short legs, handicapped 
said it was 'one o' these days,' an' so we went, an' we did 
see a awful big thing up a tree an' I shot him, an' daown 
he come, an' we run aout here. Didn't he an' didn't we, 
.Sis?" 
Polly nodded repeated emphatic affirmatives to his 
statement, and Uncle Lisha was so far convinced as to 
ask, "Where was 't?" 
"Come on, an' I'll show ye!" cried Sammy, and led 
on across the brook, when he fell back to Uncle Lisha's 
side and pointed rather than led the way. 
"Better gi' me the gun," said the latter, taking the 
weapon and carrying it at a ready for all his skepticism. 
A few steps further brought them to the scene of the 
late encounter; and there in the midst of torn mold and 
scattered leaves lay a great Canadian lynx, outstretched 
as the last breath had left it, the half-open mouth dis- 
playing the sharp fangs and lolling tongue, one glazed yel- 
low eye glaring blanldy, the other pierced by a shot, ooz'ing 
blood from its empty socket. Even stark dead it was a 
wicked looking brute, and the sudden, unexpected sight 
of it made the boy start, as it did the old man. 
||Good airth an' seas, it's a lynk !" he shouted. 
"A b'nk?" Sammy repeated in great perplexit3^ "Why 
— ^Wfh}'— he don't look a mite like them 'at I see behind the 
orchard !" 
"Yes, sir, a lynk it is, as sure as guns," said Uncle 
Lisha. ■■You see he's a raal giniwine one, an' yourn 
wa'n't, ezackley. Wal, wal, w^al, you be a buster. Bub, an' 
I'm praoud on ye, an' so'll your daddy be; but you 
riidn't orter hooked the gun, an' I s'pect you orter git a 
lickin'." 
ile lifted the animal by a hing leg and throwing it over 
his shoulder, led out of the woods, and then when Polly 
had her fill of wondering, fearful admiration over the 
grim trophy, the party set forth homew^ard, Sammy bear- 
ing a part of the burden by a forepaw. As they ap- 
proached the house. Uncle Lisha and Sammy bearing the 
hm-x, Polly walking behind, now regarding the dead beast 
v\'ith awed admiration, now casting rueful eyes upon her 
torn skirt, but for which she would have at once run 
home to brave a scolding for the honor of being the first 
to tell the story of the great adventure, and Drive now 
and then venturing a neck-stretching snifif at the terrible 
cat, and springing away in fresh accession of fear when- 
ever the free forepaw swung toward him. Aunt Jerusha, 
Huldah and Sam came forth to meet them. 
Finding the house deserted, they wondered greatly at 
the cause, as they scoured the premises for the tenants 
lately left in charge, and wandered more when they dis- 
covered the strange procession. 
"What in time hes Uncle Lisher be'n a-shootin' ?" Sam 
queried, walking very slowly and looking very intently at 
the burden borne by the old man and the boy. 
"Looks ju' like a string o' suthin'/' said Huldah, 
"Pidjins, is 't, or pa'tridges? Wal, the's a snag on 
em." 
"My sakes alive, I should say as much," Aunt Jerusha 
declared, polishing her glasses with a corner of her apron 
for a clearer observation. "Wal, I might 's well go 'long 
back in an' put on my ev'day gaownd an' apron, an' git 
ready for pickin'." 
"I cal'late the pup got a coon treed, an' Uncle Lisher 
went an' shot him. By mighty, I hope so, it'll du 'em 
both a pile o' good !" said Sam, without withdrawing his 
intent gaze. 
"An' Bub, tew ! He feels as praoud as if he'd done it," 
said Huldah, glad fer her boy's gladness. "Jest see him 
stub an brace, will ye? Oh, dear, next thing he'll hafter 
hev a gun," and she sighed gently. 
"By the gre't horn spoon, it's a lynk !" Sam burst out. 
I thought t was cur'ous a coon hedn't no more tail! 
Hurrah for you, Uncle Lisher ! Killed more'n you could 
fetch home alone, didn't ye? Say, did the pup tree him?" 
'Not nary one," the old man panted, as he came up and 
let fall his end of the bulky, but light, burden. "This 
'ere boy shot the crittur all hisself 'fore I come anigh! 
He'll hafter tell haow he got his gun, I guess, hisself. I 
told him I guessed you'd ortu lick liim, but don't believe 
you will." 
"Sis seen him fust!" the boy cried, in glow of 
magnanimity, and then for himself, "Unc' Lisher said 't 
was 'one o' these days' !" 
"Never mind about that naow," said Sam. "You don't 
mean tu say Sammy shot the crittur, Uncle Lisher?" 
■'I du, sartain; naow haow was 't, Sammy?" 
Then, while the two women purred over them, the two 
children began in one voice to tell the story, and Sam 
listened attentively and did his best to unravel the thread 
of it out of the babel of voices. 
"Wal, Bub," he asked, when it was finished, in a way 
and for that time, "does this 'ere lynk look consid'able 
like the one you was tellin' o' seein' down by the orchard ?" 
"No gre't, but I guess, mebby, that wa'n't a reg'lar one," 
said Sammy, in some confusion. 
The news of the Lovel's boy's exploit went like wild 
fire, and the townsfolk came flocking to the house to see 
the lynx and its youthful slaver, who was in some 
danger of being puffed up with his sudden fame, but on 
the whole earned himself with commendable modesty, and 
never failed to give his sister due credit for discovery of 
the beast. 
Arnong the first visitors on the following day was 
Gran ther Hill, stamping up the path in exceedingly grim 
good humor. 
"Good mornin', Cap'n Hill. Come over tu see the 
lynk? Wal, he's right raound here in the woodshed," 
barn said, going out to lead the way. 
"Mornin'. No, I wouldn't give a sow-markee tu see 
no lynk— seen more on 'em 'an I wanted tu when I was 
a-trappm' saple. I want tu see that little divil o' yourn 
at shot him all by hisself, I hearn ! Stole yer gun an' 
pinted for the woods! By the Lord Harfy, I didn't 
spose there was any o' that sort o' boys bein' raised 
naow-er-days. Joseph's boys wouldn't du no sech a 
thing, if they be my gran'sons. Josi'd tackle a lynk 
spunky nough if the lynk come tu him, but he wouldn't 
pick no quarrel with the crittur. But yourn pitched right 
m. Sposn' we take a squint at the tarnal crittur," he 
said, and moved toward the woodshed, where the lynx lay 
m state, stretched to full length on a work-bench. 
It so happened that Sammy was under the bench, in 
search of a bit of board to make a toy table for Polly 
when the two entered, and remained there undiscovered 
by them, not at first with any thought of hiding nor eaves- 
dropping, and at last through sheer bashfulness 
'By the Lord Harry, he's a' ol' buster !" Gran'ther Hill 
declared, m surprised admiration. "Tell ye what, he'd 
a-gin the young uns a tough one 'f he'd only be'n 
wounded, but that leetle scamp o' yourn took him plum 
in the head— put one eye clean aout ! Double Bs, was the 
.shot ? 
"Yes, an' some threes— it was loaded for a coon," Sam 
answered. 
_'An' the tarnal leetle scamp hooked yer gun an' sneaked 
oit huntin ! It's tew bad, layin' sech temptations afore a 
boy, Lovel! You'd orter git him a gun of his own 'at 
he wouldn't hafter steal." 
"I be'n a-thinkin' mebby," Sam said, and if the hidden 
listener could have quite believed his ears he could not 
have withheld some audible expression of joy. 
■•You see your gun's 'baout as long an' heavy as my 
ol Dehverence, an' he can't hoi' it arm's len'th, an' so 
long in the stock I don't see haow he can reach the 
tricker. You wanter git him one 'at he can handle, Lovel," 
and Sammy did not hear his father's reply, as the two 
went out and left him free to come forth. Presently he 
heard his father calling him, and went to him and the old 
veteran with a brightness in his eye and withal a shame- 
facedness whereof they did not guess the cause. 
"Here's Cap'n Hill come tu see you, Sammy. He's be'n 
a-lookin' at your animil," Sam informed him. 
'■Yes, I wanter shake hands wi' ye an' tell ye 't I'm 
praoud on ye, if ye be sech a tarnal leetle fool' as to go 
huntin' _wir beasts on yer own hook I But I like yer 
■spunk, if ye did hook yer daddy's gun. Did he lick ye 
for that? No? Wal, you desarved it, but ye won't du so 
agin. ' ^ 
Sammy's heart swelled with pride at the patriarch's 
quahfied praise, and he felt that he ought to be very grate- " 
ful that he was not whipped, as all seemed to agree he 
deserved, though he. did not understand why. 
"That 'ere Antwine Canuck's a^comin' tu see the show," 
Gran ther remarked with disgust, intently scrutinizing an 
approaching figure. "I got enough o' his breed when I 
was in Canerdy along wi' Seth Warner, an' I guess I'll 
go in an' see Lisher," and with that entered the shop, at- 
tended by Sam. 
"Well, seh, Bawb, Ah'll hear you ketch some pussy. 
Dat so, prob'ly?"Antoine asked, as he drew near Sammy, 
"No, it's^ a lynk, Mr. Antwine, 'baout as big a one as 
ever I see," Sammy answered, resenting such belittling of 
his exploit. "Come an' look at him," and he led the way 
into the shed with the air of the owner of a menagerie. 
"Huh!" Antoine ejaculated at the first sight of" the 
formidable looking brute; then quickly reassuring him- 
self, "Oh, dat was one leetly loupcervier! Ah'll use for 
keel it in Canada jes' sem you mices. Oh, lot of it. Ah tol' 
you. Ah'll keel 'em on mah henroos' good many tamj jeg' 
