WITH BARON KLEIST 
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been known as Goliath, but among these more 
literal-minded Siberians he was called “Little.” 
He had a small motor-boat at Indian Point and, if 
I could not get a ship at Emma Harbor, it would 
be a great convenience for Little if I went across 
to Alaska in his motor-boat, because he wanted to 
go over to Nome, anyway, when the season was far 
enough advanced for the voyage and I could be 
navigator, an arrangement which, as a possibility, 
was quite agreeable to me. 
Little, like Artemus Ward’s bear, was “an 
amoosin’ little cuss.” He could manage to under¬ 
stand pidgin English and was well pleased with 
himself over it. “Me make baron speak plenty 
English,” he would say. 
From Mechigme Bay we followed the coast west 
for a short distance and then crossed the mouth 
of the bay to the south shore; following the coast 
for about twenty miles we went across the land to 
Neegchan. It was foggy all the time and w T hen 
we reached a group of arangas at a place called 
Mesigman and stopped to sleep, I was wet to the 
skin. The aranga where we were entertained, how¬ 
ever, was warm and comfortable; I took off my 
clothes, wrapped myself in a nice deerskin robe and 
went to sleep. 
At six o’clock in the afternoon we started on 
again. The weather had cleared up and the sur- 
