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March, 1919 
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THE RETURN FROM 
THE HUNT 
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meandered so quietly through the village 
had grown into a mighty torrent and had 
cut a wide swath through the heart of 
the town. It had carried away a num- 
ber of houses — contents and all — and de- 
posited them in broken fragments upon 
the deep bosom of Resurrection Bay. 
The entire population had been fighting 
the flood day and night, struggling to 
confine the water to some semblance 
of a channel, making sand bags and 
piling them along its banks, in frenzied 
endeavor to save their homes from ruin. 
As far back as the memory of the oldest 
Alaskan could go there had never been 
a flood like this. Even the usually un- 
perturbed engineers who had grappled 
with the mighty problems of railroad 
construction in a land where nature 
offers a stern resistance were in despair 
when the seemingly endless chain of 
trouble messages began to pour into the 
office. It seemed as though every bridge 
over the entire line had been broken 
or swept away, and so many landslides 
had occurred it would almost have been 
easier to survey a new right of way 
and start all over again. Long years of 
patient labor had gone for naught. It 
was many weeks before the train that^ 
we had left at Mile Twenty was able 
to crawl into Seward over a patched 
up track. 
S ITTING around the stove in the com- 
fortable Hotel Sexton we had a hap- 
py time that night talking over all 
our adventures, revelling in the delights 
of civilized life once more. Several days 
later our trophies and baggage were re- 
layed in on speeders and we arranged to 
take a steamer around into Cook Inlet 
from which we were planning a jour- 
ney into the Mt. McKinley region; so 
we bade farewell one morning to the 
splendid fellows with whom we had lived 
in such happy companionship — sharing 
hardships which, in the true sense, were 
not hardships at all but “just a damn 
queer way of enjoying yourself,” as Ben 
would say. And the last sight we had 
of that fine .fellow he was walking from ' 
the dock in the early morning light after 
having shaken our hands in parting. A 
few weeks later he undertook to run 
down some boot-leggers who were sup- 
posed to be in hiding along the bleak 
and barren coast '^o the w’estward and 
he put out to sea in a little dory with 
Bill Weaver, another man of the same 
intrepid type. They used the same out- « 
board motor that had played us such * 
tricks on Kenai Lake. That was the 
last that was ever seen or heard of them. 
Their dory was found a few weeks later» 
smashed up on the rocks about a hun-B 
drecl miles below Seward and a partj 
of Ben’s grub-box washed ashore near 
Seldovia. The heaving waters of the* 
great Pacific moan a solemn requiem J 
among the rocks and shoals of that piti-t 
less coast and the relentless mountains* 
rear their snow-crowned heads above the* 
mighty sepulchre of two of nature’s no- 
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