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[Illustration: AT THE FOOT OF THE CHILKOOT PASS]

                                 ALONG
                         ALASKA'S GREAT RIVER

             A POPULAR ACCOUNT OF THE TRAVELS OF AN ALASKA
                 EXPLORING EXPEDITION ALONG THE GREAT
                  YUKON RIVER, FROM ITS SOURCE TO ITS
                   MOUTH, IN THE BRITISH NORTH-WEST
                           TERRITORY, AND IN
                           THE TERRITORY OF
                                ALASKA.


                                  BY

                          FREDERICK SCHWATKA,

    LAURENTE OF THE PARIS GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETY AND OF THE IMPERIAL
            GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETY OF RUSSIA; HONORARY MEMBER
          BREMEN GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETY, ETC., ETC., COMMANDER
                          OF THE EXPEDITION.

              TOGETHER WITH THE LATEST INFORMATION ON THE
                           KLONDIKE COUNTRY.

                         _FULLY ILLUSTRATED._

                           CHICAGO NEW YORK
                        GEORGE M. HILL COMPANY
                                MDCCCC

                           COPYRIGHT, 1898,
                           GEO. M. HILL CO.




PREFACE.


These pages narrate the travels, in a popular sense, of an Alaskan
exploring expedition. The expedition was organized with seven members
at Vancouver Barracks, Washington, and left Portland, Oregon, ascending
through the inland passage to Alaska, as far as the Chilkat country. At
that point the party employed over three score of the Chilkat Indians,
the hardy inhabitants of that ice-bound country, to pack its effects
across the glacier-clad pass of the Alaskan coast range of mountains to
the headwaters of the Yukon. Here a large raft was constructed, and on
this primitive craft, sailing through nearly a hundred and fifty miles
of lakes, and shooting a number of rapids, the party floated along the
great stream for over thirteen hundred miles; the longest raft journey
ever made on behalf of geographical science. The entire river, over two
thousand miles, was traversed, the party returning home by Bering Sea,
and touching the Aleutian Islands.

The opening up of the great gold fields in the region of the upper
Yukon, has added especial interest to everything pertaining to the
great North-west. The Klondike region is the cynosure of the eyes
of all, whether they be in the clutches of the gold fever or not.
The geography, the climate, the scenery, the birds, beasts, and even
flowers of the country make fascinating subjects. In view of the new
discoveries in that part of the world, a new chapter, Chapter XIII, is
given up to a detailed description of the Klondike region. The numerous
routes by which it may be reached are described, and all the details as
to the possibilities and resources of the country are authoritatively
stated.

  CHICAGO, March, 1898.




CONTENTS.


  CHAPTER.                                                         PAGE.

     I.  INTRODUCTORY                                                  9

    II.  THE INLAND PASSAGE TO ALASKA                                 12

   III.  IN THE CHILKAT COUNTRY                                       36

    IV.  OVER THE MOUNTAIN PASS                                       53

     V.  ALONG THE LAKES                                              90

    VI.  A CHAPTER ABOUT RAFTING                                     131

   VII.  THE GRAND CAÑON OF THE YUKON                                154

  VIII.  DOWN THE RIVER TO SELKIRK                                   175

    IX.  THROUGH THE UPPER RAMPARTS                                  207

     X.  THROUGH THE YUKON FLAT-LANDS                                264

    XI.  THROUGH THE LOWER RAMPARTS AND END OF RAFT JOURNEY          289

   XII.  DOWN THE RIVER AND HOME                                     313

  XIII.  THE KLONDIKE REGIONS                                        346

   XIV.  DISCOVERY AND HISTORY                                       368

    XV.  The People and Their Industries                             386

   XVI.  GEOGRAPHICAL FEATURES                                       413




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.


                                                                    PAGE

  FRONTISPIECE (DRAWN BY WM. SCHMEDTGEN)
  THE INLAND PASSAGE                                                  12
  SCENES IN THE INLAND PASSAGE                                        19
  SITKA, ALASKA                                                       29
  CHILKAT BRACELET                                                    36
  PYRAMID HARBOR, CHILKAT INLET                                       43
  CHILKAT INDIAN PACKER                                               53
  METHODS OF TRACKING A CANOE UP A RAPID                              64
  CANOEING UP THE DAYAY                                               65
  DAYAY VALLEY, NOURSE RIVER                                          73
  SALMON SPEARS                                                       76
  DAYAY VALLEY, FROM CAMP 4                                           77
  WALKING A LOG                                                       80
  CHASING A MOUNTAIN GOAT                                             82
  ASCENDING THE PERRIER PASS                                          85
  SNOW SHOES                                                          87
  IN A STORM ON THE LAKES                                             90
  LAKE LINDEMAN                                                       93
  LAKE BENNETT                                                       101
  PINS FOR FASTENING MARMOT SNARES                                   112
  LAKE BOVE                                                          116
  LAKE MARSH                                                         121
  "STICK" INDIANS                                                    127
  "SNUBBING" THE RAFT                                                131
  AMONG THE "SWEEPERS"                                               134
  BANKS OF THE YUKON                                                 135
  SCRAPING ALONG A BANK                                              140
  PRYING THE RAFT OFF A BAR                                          145
  COURSE OF RAFT AND AXIS OF STREAM                                  152
  WHIRLPOOL AT LOWER END OF ISLAND                                   153
  GRAYLING                                                           154
  GRAND CAÑON                                                        163
  THE CASCADES                                                       169
  ALASKA BROWN BEAR FIGHTING MOSQUITOS                               174
  IN THE RINK RAPIDS                                                 175
  CLAY BLUFFS ON THE YUKON                                           176
  OUTLET OF LAKE KLUK-TAS-SI                                         184
  THE RINK RAPIDS                                                    191
  LORING BLUFF                                                       193
  KITL-AH-GON INDIAN VILLAGE                                         197
  INGERSOLL ISLANDS                                                  201
  THE RUINS OF SELKIRK                                               205
  IN THE UPPER RAMPARTS                                              207
  MOUTH OF PELLY RIVER                                               209
  LOOKING UP YUKON FROM SELKIRK                                      213
  AYAN GRAVE AT SELKIRK                                              217
  AYAN INDIANS IN CANOES                                             221
  AYAN AND CHILKAT GAMBLING TOOLS                                    227
  PLAN OF AYAN SUMMER HOUSE                                          229
  KON-IT'L AYAN CHIEF                                                230
  AYAN MOOSE ARROW                                                   231
  AYAN WINTER TENT                                                   233
  A GRAVEL BANK                                                      236
  MOOSE-SKIN MOUNTAIN                                                243
  ROQUETTE ROCK                                                      250
  KLAT-OL-KLIN VILLAGE                                               253
  FISHING NETS                                                       258
  SALMON KILLING CLUB                                                259
  BOUNDARY BUTTE                                                     261
  A MOOSE HEAD                                                       264
  MOSS ON YUKON RIVER                                                267
  STEAMER "YUKON"                                                    276
  INDIAN "CACHE"                                                     289
  LOWER RAMPARTS RAPIDS                                              295
  MOUTH OF TANANA                                                    303
  NUKLAKAYET                                                         307
  THE RAFT, AT END OF ITS JOURNEY                                    312
  INDIAN OUT-DOOR GUN COVERING                                       313
  FALLING BANKS OF YUKON                                             319
  ANVIK                                                              330
  OONALASKA                                                          344
  THE KLONDIKE GOLD DISCOVERIES                                      348
  AT THE FOOT OF CHILKOOT PASS                                       350
  THE DESCENT OF CHILKOOT PASS                                       354
  A MID-DAY MEAL                                                     358
  AT THE HEAD OF LAKE LA BARGE                                       360
  INDIAN PACKERS FORDING A RIVER                                     364
  THE WHITE HORSE RAPIDS                                             366

ALONG ALASKA'S GREAT RIVER.




CHAPTER I.

INTRODUCTORY.


This Alaskan exploring expedition was composed of the following
members: Lieut. Schwatka, U.S.A., commanding; Dr. George F. Wilson,
U.S.A., Surgeon; Topographical Assistant Charles A. Homan, U.S.
Engineers, Topographer and Photographer; Sergeant Charles A. Gloster,
U.S.A., Artist; Corporal Shircliff, U.S.A., in charge of stores;
Private Roth, assistant, and Citizen J. B. McIntosh, a miner, who had
lived in Alaska and was well acquainted with its methods of travel.
Indians and others were added and discharged from time to time as
hereafter noted.

The main object of the expedition was to acquire such information of
the country traversed and its wild inhabitants as would be valuable to
the military authorities in the future, and as a map would be needful
to illustrate such information well, the party's efforts were rewarded
with making the expedition successful in a geographical sense. I
had hoped to be able, through qualified subordinates, to extend our
scientific knowledge of the country explored, especially in regard
to its botany, geology, natural history, etc.; and, although these
subjects would not in any event have been adequately discussed in a
popular treatise like the present, it must be admitted that little was
accomplished in these branches. The explanation of this is as follows:
When authority was asked from Congress for a sum of money to make such
explorations under military supervision and the request was disapproved
by the General of the Army and Secretary of War. This disapproval,
combined with the active opposition of government departments which
were assigned to work of the same general character and coupled with
the reluctance of Congress to make any appropriations whatever that
year, was sufficient to kill such an undertaking. When the military
were withdrawn from Alaska by the President, about the year 1878, a
paragraph appeared at the end of the President's order stating that
no further control would be exercised by the army in Alaska; and this
proviso was variously interpreted by the friends of the army and its
enemies, as a humiliation either to the army or to the President,
according to the private belief of the commentator. It was therefore
seriously debated whether any military expedition or party sent into
that country for any purpose whatever would not be a direct violation
of the President's proscriptive order, and when it was decided to
waive that consideration, and send in a party, it was considered too
much of a responsibility to add any specialists in science, with
the disapproval of the General and the Secretary hardly dry on the
paper. The expedition was therefore, to avoid being recalled, kept as
secret as possible, and when, on May 22d, it departed from Portland,
Oregon, upon the _Victoria_, a vessel which had been specially put on
the Alaska route, only a two or three line notice had gotten into
the Oregon papers announcing the fact; a notice that in spreading
was referred to in print by one government official as "a junketing
party," by another as a "prospecting" party, while another bitterly
acknowledged that had he received another day's intimation he could
have had the party recalled by the authorities at Washington. Thus the
little expedition which gave the first complete survey to the third[1]
river of our country stole away like a thief in the night and with far
less money in its hands to conduct it through its long journey than was
afterward appropriated by Congress to publish its report.

[1] The largest river on the North American continent so far as this
mighty stream flows within our boundaries.... The people of the United
States will not be quick to take to the idea that the volume of water
in an Alaskan river is greater than that discharged by the mighty
Mississippi; but it is entirely within the bounds of honest statement
to say that the Yukon river ... discharges every hour one-third more
water than the "Father of Waters."--Petroff's Government Report on
Alaska.

Leaving Portland at midnight on the 22d, the _Victoria_ arrived at
Astoria at the mouth of the Columbia the forenoon of the 23d, the
remaining hours of daylight being employed in loading with supplies for
a number of salmon canneries in Alaska, the large amount of freight for
which had necessitated this extra steamer. That night we crossed the
Columbia River bar and next morning entered the Strait of Juan de Fuca,
the southern entrance from the Pacific Ocean which leads to the inland
passage to Alaska.




CHAPTER II.

THE INLAND PASSAGE TO ALASKA.


[Illustration]

"The Inland Passage" to Alaska is the fjörd-like channel, resembling a
great river, which extends from the north-western part of Washington
Territory, through British Columbia, into south-eastern Alaska.
Along this coast line for about a thousand miles, stretches a vast
archipelago closely hugging the mainland of the Territories named
above, the southernmost important island being Vancouver, almost a
diminutive continent in itself, while to the north Tchichagoff Island
limits it on the seaboard.

From the little town of Olympia at the head of Puget Sound, in
Washington Territory, to Chilkat, Alaska, at the head of Lynn Channel,
or Canal, one sails as if on a grand river, and it is really hard to
comprehend that it is a portion of the ocean unless one can imagine
some deep fjörd in Norway or Greenland, so deep that he can sail on its
waters for a fortnight, for the fjörd-like character is very prominent
in these channels to which the name of "Inland Passage" is usually
given.

These channels between the islands and mainland are strikingly uniform
in width, and therefore river-like in appearance as one steams or
sails through, them. At occasional points they connect with the Pacific
Ocean, and if there be a storm on the latter, a few rolling swells may
enter at these places and disturb the equilibrium of sensitive stomachs
for a brief hour, but at all other places the channel is as quiet as
any broad river, whatever the weather. On the south we have the Strait
of Juan de Fuca and to the north Cross Sound as the limiting channels,
while between the two are found Dixon Entrance, which separates Alaska
from British Columbia, Queen Charlotte Sound, and other less important
outlets.

On the morning of the 24th of May we entered the Strait of Juan de
Fuca, named after an explorer--if such he may be called--who never
entered this beautiful sheet of water, and who owes his immortality
to an audacious guess, which came so near the truth as to deceive the
scientific world for many a century. To the left, as we enter, i.e.,
northward, is the beautiful British island of Vancouver, the name of
which commemorates one of the world's most famous explorers. Its high
rolling hills are covered with shaggy firs, broken near the beach into
little prairies of brighter green, which are dotted here and there with
pretty little white cottages, the humblest abodes we see among the
industrious, British or American, who live in the far west.

The American side, to the southward, gives us the same picture backed
by the high range of the Olympian Mountains, whose tops are covered
with perpetual snow, and upon whose cold sides drifting clouds are
condensed.

Through British Columbia the sides of this passage are covered with
firs and spruce to the very tops of the steep mountains forming them,
but as Northing is gained and Alaska is reached the summits are covered
with snow and ice at all months of the year, and by the time we cast
anchor in Chilkat Inlet, which is about the northernmost point of this
great inland salt-water river, we find in many places these crowns of
ice debouching in the shape of glaciers to the very water's level, and
the tourist beholds, on a regular line of steamboat travel, glaciers
and icebergs, and many of the wonders of arctic regions, although upon
a reduced scale. Alongside the very banks and edges of these colossal
rivers of ice one can gather the most beautiful of Alpine flowers and
wade up to his waist in grasses that equal in luxuriance the famed
fields of the pampas; while the singing of the birds from the woods and
glens and the fragrance of the foliage make one easily imagine that the
Arctic circle and equator have been linked together at this point.

Entering Juan de Fuca Strait a few hours were spent in the pretty
little anchorage of Neah Bay, the first shelter for ships after
rounding Cape Flattery, and here some merchandise was unloaded in the
huge Indian canoes that came alongside, each one holding at least a ton.

Victoria, the metropolis of British Columbia, was reached the same
day, and as it was the Queen's birthday we saw the town in all its
bravery of beer, bunting and banners. Our vessel tooted itself hoarse
outside the harbor to get a pilot over the bar, but none was to be
had till late in the day, when a pilot came out to us showing plainly
by his condition that he knew every bar in and about Victoria. With
the bar pilot on the bridge, as to save insurance should an accident
occur, we entered the picturesque little harbor in safety, despite the
discoveries of our guide that since his last visit all the buoys had
been woefully misplaced, and even the granite channel had changed its
course. But Victoria has many embellishments more durable than bunting
and banners, and most conspicuous among them are her well arranged and
well constructed roads, in which she has no equal on the Pacific coast
of North America, and but few rivals in any other part of the world.

On the 26th we crossed over to Port Townsend, the port of entry for
Puget sound, and on the 27th we headed for Alaska by way of the Inland
Passage.

For purposes of description this course should have been designated
the "inland passages," in the plural, for its branches are almost
innumerable, running in all directions like the streets of an irregular
city, although now and then they are reduced to a single channel or
fjörd which the steamer is obliged to take or put out to sea. At one
point in Discovery Passage leading from the Gulf of Georgia toward
Queen Charlotte Sound, the inland passage is so narrow that our long
vessel had to steam under a slow bell to avoid accidents, and at this
place, called Seymour Narrows, there was much talk of bridging the
narrow way in the grand scheme of a Canadian Pacific Railway, which
should have its western terminus at Victoria. Through this contracted
way the water fairly boils when at its greatest velocity, equaling
ten miles an hour in spring tides, and at such times the passage is
hazardous even to steamers, while all other craft avoid it until slack
water. Jutting rocks increase the danger, and on one of these the
United States man-of-war _Saranac_ was lost just eight years before
we passed through. At the northern end of this picturesque Discovery
Passage you see the inland passage trending away to the eastward,
with quite a bay on the left around Chatham Point, and while you are
wondering in that half soliloquizing way of a traveler in new lands
what you will see after you have turned to the right, the great ship
swings suddenly to the left, and you find that what you took for a
bay is after all the inland passage itself, which stretches once more
before you like the Hudson looking upward from West Point, or the
Delaware at the Water Gap. For all such little surprises must the
tourist be prepared on this singular voyage.

The new bend now becomes Johnstone Strait and so continues to Queen
Charlotte Sound, with which it connects by one strait, two passages
and a channel, all alike, except in name, and none much over ten miles
long. At nearly every point where a new channel diverges both arms take
on a new name, and they change as rapidly as the names of a Lisbon
street, which seldom holds the same over a few blocks. The south side
of Johnstone Strait is particularly high, rising abruptly from the
water fully 5,000 feet, and in grandeur not unlike the Yellowstone
Cañon. These summits were still covered with snow and probably on
northern <DW72>s snow remains the summer through. One noticeable valley
was on the Vancouver Island side, with a conspicuous conical hill in
its bosom that may have been over a thousand feet in height. These
cone-like hills are so common in flat valleys in north-western America
that I thought it worth while to mention the fact in this place. I
shall have occasion to do so again at a later point in my narrative.
Occasionally windrows occur through the dense coniferous forests of
the inland passage, where the trees have been swept or leveled in a
remarkable manner. Such as were cut vertically had been caused by an
avalanche, and in these instances the work of clearing had been done as
faithfully as if by the hands of man. Sometimes the bright green moss
or grass had grown up in these narrow ways, and when there was more
than one of about the same age there was quite a picturesque effect of
stripings of two shades of green, executed on a most colossal plan.
These windrows of fallen trees sometimes stretched along horizontally
in varying widths, an effect undoubtedly produced by heavy gales
rushing through the contracted "passage."

One's notice is attracted by a species of natural beacon which
materially assists the navigator. Over almost all the shoals and
submerged rocks hang fields of kelp, a growth with which the whole
"passage" abounds, thus affording a timely warning badly needed where
the channel has been imperfectly charted. As one might surmise the
water is very bold, and these submerged and ragged rocks are in general
most to be feared. Leaving Johnstone Strait we enter Queen Charlotte
Sound, a channel which was named, lacking only three years, a century
ago. It widens into capacious waters at once and we again felt the
"throbbing of old Neptune's pulse," and those with sensitive stomachs
perceived a sort of flickering of their own.

One who is acquainted merely in a general way with the history and
geography of this confusing country finds many more Spanish names than
he anticipates, and to his surprise, a conscientious investigation
shows that even as it is the vigorous old Castilian explorers have
not received all the credit to which they are entitled, for many of
their discoveries in changing hands changed names as well: the Queen
Charlotte Islands, a good day's run to the north-westward of us, were
named in 1787 by an Englishman, who gave the group the name of his
vessel, an appellation which they still retain, although as Florida
Blanca they had known the banner of Castile and Leon thirteen years
before. Mount Edgecumbe, so prominent in the beautiful harbor of Sitka,
was once Monte San Jacinto, and a list of the same tenor might be given
that would prove more voluminous than interesting. American changes in
the great north-west have not been so radical. Boca de Quadra Inlet
has somehow become Bouquet Inlet to those knowing it best. La Creole
has degenerated into Rickreall, and so on: the foreign names have been
mangled but not annihilated. We sail across Queen Charlotte Sound as
if we were going to bump right into the high land ahead of us, but a
little indentation over the bow becomes a valley, then a bay, and in
ample time to prevent accidents widens into another salt-water river,
about two miles wide and twenty times as long, called Fitzhugh Sound.
Near the head of the sound we turn abruptly westward into the Lama
Passage, and on its western shores we see nearly the first sign of
civilization in the inland passage, the Indian village of Bella Bella,
holding probably a dozen native houses and a fair looking church, while
a few cattle grazing near the place had a still more civilized air.

[Illustration: SCENES IN THE INLAND PASSAGE.]

As we steamed through Seaforth Channel, a most tortuous affair, Indians
were seen paddling in their huge canoes from one island to another
or along the high, rocky shores, a cheering sign of habitation not
previously noticed.

The great fault of the inland passage as a resort for tourists is in
the constant dread of fogs that may at any time during certain months
of the year completely obscure the grand scenery that tempted the
travelers thither. The waters of the Pacific Ocean on the seaboard of
Alaska are but a deflected continuation of the warm equatorial current
called the Kuro Siwo of the Japanese; from these waters the air is
laden with moisture, which being thrown by the variable winds against
the snow-clad and glacier-covered summits of the higher mountains,
is precipitated as fog and light rain, and oftentimes every thing
is wrapped for weeks in these most annoying mists. July, with June
and August, are by far the most favorable months for the traveler.
The winter months are execrable, with storms of rain, snow and sleet
constantly occurring, the former along the Pacific frontage, and the
latter near the channels of the mainland.

Milbank Sound gave us another taste of the ocean swells which spoiled
the flavor of our food completely, for although we were only exposed
for less than an hour that hour happened to come just about dinner
time; after which we entered Finlayson Passage, some twenty-five miles
long. This is a particularly picturesque and bold channel of water, its
shores covered with shaggy conifers as high as the eye can reach, and
the mountains, with their crowns of snow and ice, furnishing supplies
of spray for innumerable beautiful waterfalls. At many places in the
inland passage from here on, come down the steep timbered mountains
the most beautiful waterfalls fed from the glaciers hidden in the fog.
At every few miles we pass the mouths of inlets and channels, leading
away into the mountainous country no one knows whither. There are no
charts which show more than the mouths of these inlets. Out of or into
these an occasional canoe speeds its silent way perchance in quest of
salmon that here abound, but the secrets of their hidden paths are
locked in the savage mind. How tempting they must be for exploration,
and how strange that, although so easy of access, they still remain
unknown. After twisting around through a few "reaches," channels and
passages, we enter the straightest of them all, Grenville Channel, so
straight that it almost seems to have been mapped by an Indian. As you
steam through its forty or fifty miles of mathematically rectilinear
exactness you think the sleepy pilot might tie his wheel, put his heels
up in the spokes, draw his hat over his eyes and take a quiet nap. In
one place it seems to be not over two or three hundred yards wide, but
probably is double that, the high towering banks giving a deceptive
impression. The windrows through the timber of former avalanches of
snow or landslides, now become thicker and their effects occasionally
picturesque in the very devastation created. Beyond Grenville Channel
the next important stretch of salt water is Chatham Sound, which is
less like a river than any yet named. Its connection with Grenville
Channel is by the usual number of three or four irregular water-ways
dodging around fair sized islands, which had at one time, however, a
certain importance because it was thought that the Canadian Pacific
Railway might make Skeena Inlet off to our right its western terminus.

On the 29th of May, very early in the morning, we crossed Dixon
Entrance, and were once more on American soil, that is, in a commercial
sense, the United States having drawn a check for its value of
$7,200,000, and the check having been honored; but in regard to
government the country may be called no man's land, none existing in
the territory. Dixon Entrance bore once a Spanish name in honor of
its discoverer, a name which is heard no more, although a few still
call the channel by its Indian name, Kaiganee. Broad Dixon Entrance
contracts into the narrow Portland Inlet, which, putting back into
the mainland for some seventy-five miles, forms the water boundary
between Alaska and British Columbia. From here it becomes a thirty mile
wide strip drawn "parallel to tide-water," which continues with a few
modifications to about Mount St. Elias.

The forenoon of the same day we entered Boca de Quadra Inlet, where
a pioneer company had established a salmon cannery, for which we had
some freight. The cannery was about half completed and the stores were
landed on a raft made of only two logs, which impressed me with the
size of the Sitka cedar. The largest log was probably seventy-five feet
long and fully eight feet at the butt. It is said to be impervious to
the teredo, which makes such sad havoc with all other kinds of wood
sunk in salt water. Owing to its fine grain and peculiar odor, handsome
chests can be made of it in which that universal pest, the moth, will
not live. It is purely an Alaskan tree, and even north of Quadra Inlet
it is found in its densest growth. As around all white habitations
in frontier lands, we found the usual number of natives, although
in this case they were here for the commendable object of seeking
employment in catching salmon whenever the run should commence. Their
canoes are constructed of the great cedar tree, by the usual Indian
method of hollowing them out to a thin shell and then boiling water in
them by throwing in red hot stones in the water they hold, producing
pliability of the wood by the steaming process, when, by means of
braces and ties they are fashioned into nautical "lines." The peaks
of the prows are often fantastically carved into various insignia,
usually spoken of as "totems," and painted in wild barbaric designs
(see page 43,) the body of the boat being covered with deep black made
from soot and seal oil. Crawling along under the somber shadows of the
dense overhanging trees in the deep dark passages, these canoes can
hardly be seen until very near, and when a flash of the water from the
paddle reveals their presence, they look more like smugglers or pirates
avoiding notice than any thing else. The genial superintendent, Mr.
Ward, spoke of his rambles up the picturesque shores of the inlet and
his adventures since he had started his new enterprise. A trip of a
few days before up one of the diminutive valleys drained by a little
Alpine brook, had rewarded him with the sight of no less than eight
bears scurrying around through the woods. He had an Indian companion
who was armed with a flintlock, smooth bore Hudson Bay Company musket,
while the superintendent had a shot gun for any small game that might
happen along, and even with these arms they succeeded in bagging a
bear apiece, both being of the black--or small--variety. Hunting the
little black bear is not far removed from a good old-fashioned "<DW53>"
hunt, and not much more dangerous. The dogs, mostly the sharp-eared,
sharp-nosed and sharp-barking Indian variety, once after a bear, force
him up a tree to save his hamstrings being nipped uncomfortably, and
then he is shot out of it, at the hunter's leisure, and if wounded is
so small and easily handled by the pack of dogs that he can hardly
be called dangerous. Not so, however, with the great brown bear, or
barren-ground bear of Alaska, so often spoken of in these parts as the
"grizzly" from his similarity in size and savageness to "the California
King of the Chaparral." Everywhere in his dismal dominions he is
religiously avoided by the native Nimrod, who declares that his meat
is not fit to be eaten, that his robe is almost worthless, and that he
constantly keeps the wrong end presented to his pursuers. Although he
is never hunted encounters with him are not altogether unknown, as he
is savage enough to become the hunter himself at times, and over some
routes the Indians will never travel unless armed so as to be fairly
protected from this big Bruin. This Indian fear of the great brown
bear I found to be co-extensive with all my travels in Alaska and the
British North-west Territory. Mr. Ward told me that wherever the big
bear was found, the little black variety made his presence scarce, as
the two in no way affiliate, and the latter occupies such country as
the abundance of his big brother will allow. These districts may be
intermixed as much as the black and white squares on a chess-board, but
they are as sharply, though not as mathematically, defined, each one
remaining faithfully on his own color, so to speak. A new repeating
rifle was on our vessel consigned to the sportsman superintendent, and
he expected to decrease the bear census during the summer, so far as
his duties would allow.

About noon, after much backing and putting of lines ashore, and working
on them from the donkey engines fore and aft, we succeeded in turning
our long steamer in the narrow channel, the pilot remarking in reply to
the captain's inquiries as to shoals, that he wished he could exchange
the depth for the width and he would have no trouble in turning around.

Through this part of the inland passage sea-otters are said to be
found, and it was thought that one or two were seen by some of the
people on board, but no one could vouch for the discovery.

The everlasting mountain scenery now commences to pall and offers
nothing in the way of the picturesque except the same old high
mountains, the same dense growth of timber on their steep sides, and
the same salt-water canals cutting through them. A valley putting off
any where would have been a relief, and breaks in the uniformly high
mountains that looked as if they might be ravines, so persistently
became other arms and canals of the great networks of passage, that we
were any thing but sorry when a fog bank settled down about two hundred
feet above our eyes and cut the fjörd as sharply at that height as if
it had been the crest line of a fortification extending off into miles
of bastions and covered ways.

Early morning on the 30th found us at the little port of Wrangell,
named after one of Russia's many famous explorers in northern regions.
It was the most tumble-down looking company of cabins I ever saw, the
"Chinese quarter" (every place on the Pacific coast has its "Chinese
quarter" if it is only a single house) being a wrecked river vessel
high and dry on the pebbly beach, which, however, was not much inferior
to the rest of the town. Not far from here comes in the Stickeen river,
the largest stream that cuts through the south-eastern or "tide-water
strip" of Alaska. About its headwaters are the Cassiar mines of British
Columbia, and as the Stickeen river is the nearest available way to
reach them, although the traveler's course is against the stream of
a mountain torrent, the circumstance has made something of a port of
Wrangell, which nearly ten years ago was at the height of its glory of
gold-dust and excitement. Even at this distance the dark green water of
the deep channel is tinged with a white chalky color ground from the
flanks of the calcareous hills by the eroding glaciers, then swept into
the swift river and by it carried far out into the tortuous passages.
Every stream, however small, in this part of the world, with glaciers
along its course or upon its tributaries, carries this milk-like water
in its current.

With all its rickety appearance there was no small amount of business
doing in Wrangell, no less than four or five fair sized backwoods
stores being there, all apparently in thrifty circumstances. Indian
curiosities of all kinds were to be had, from carved spoons of the
mountain goat at "two bits" (twenty-five cents) apiece to the most
elaborate idols or totemic carvings. A fair market is found for these
articles among the few visitors who travel in this out-of-the-way
corner of the earth, and when the supply is exhausted in any line the
natives will immediately set to work to satisfy the demand. One huge
carved horn spoon was evidently of very ancient make and very fine
workmanship, an old pioneer of these regions who had owned it for
many years having refused sixty dollars for it from some curiosity
collectors only the year before.

From Wrangell we debouched westward by Sumner Strait, the wide
salt-water river that continues the narrow fresh-water river of
Stickeen to the Pacific Ocean.

Between five and six in the afternoon we are rounding Cape Ommaney,
where our pilot tells us it storms eight days in the week. It certainly
gave us double rations of wind that day, and many retired early. Even
the old Spanish navigators who first laid eyes upon it must have borne
it a grudge to have called it _Punta Oeste de la Entrada del Principe_;
all its geographical characteristics and relations being shouldered on
it for a name.

Early next morning we were in the harbor of Sitka, or New Archangel,
as the Russians called it when they had it for their capital of this
province. The strong, bold bluffs of the interior passages now give
way to gentler elevations along the Pacific seaboard, but the country
gradually rises from the coast until but a few miles back the same old
cloud-capped, snow-covered peaks recur, and as we stand well out to sea
they look as abrupt as ever.

Sitka is a picturesque place when viewed from any point except from
within the town limits. From the south-west, looking north-east, Mount
Edgecumbe (of Cook) affords a beautiful background against the western
sky, and when that is full of low white clouds the abrupt manner in
which the point of the mountain is cut off gives it the appearance of
being buried in the clouds, thus seeming several times higher than it
really is.

[Illustration: SITKA, ALASKA].

The harbor of Sitka is so full of small islands that looking at it from
a height it seems as if it could only be mapped with a pepper-box, and
one wonders how any vessel can get to her wharf. Once alongside, the
water seems as clear as the atmosphere above, and the smallest objects
can be easily identified at the bottom, though there must have been
fully thirty or forty feet of water where we made our observations.

On one of the large islands in Sitka harbor, called Japanese Island, an
old Niphon junk was cast, early in the present century, and her small
crew of Japanese were rescued by the Russians. Sitka has been so often
described that it is unnecessary to do more than refer the reader to
other accounts of the place.

Ten o'clock in the forenoon of the 31st saw us under way steaming
northward, still keeping to the inland passage, and _en route_ to
deliver wrecking machinery at a point in Peril Straits where the
_Eureka_, a small steamer of the same line to which our ship belonged,
had formerly run on a submerged rock in the channel, which did not
appear upon the charts. The unfortunate boat had just time to reach
the shore and beach herself before she filled with water. The Eureka's
wreck was reached by two in the afternoon, and as our boat might be
detained for some time in assisting the disabled vessel, many of us
embraced the opportunity to go ashore in the wilds of the Alexander
Archipelago. The walking along the beach between high and low tide was
tolerable, and even agreeable for whole stretches, especially after our
long confinement on the ship, where the facilities for promenading were
poor. To turn inland from the shore was at once to commence the ascent
of a <DW72> that might vary from forty to eighty degrees, the climbing
of which almost beggars description. The compact mass of evergreen
timber had looked dense enough from the ship, but at its feet grew a
denser mass of tangled undergrowth of bushes and vines, and at their
roots again was a solid carpeting of moss, lichens, and ferns that
often ran up the trees and underbrush for heights greater than a man's
reach, and all of it moist as a sponge, the whole being absolutely
tropical in luxuriance. This thick carpet of moss extends from the
shore line to the edges of the glaciers on the mountain summits, and
the constant melting of the ice through the warm summer supplies it
with water which it absorbs like a sponge. The air is saturated with
moisture from the warm ocean current, and every thing you see and touch
is like Mr. Mantalini's proposed body, "dem'd moist and unpleasant."
It is almost impossible to conceive how heavily laden with tropical
moisture the atmosphere is in this supposed sub-Arctic colony of ours.
It oozes up around your feet as you walk, and drips from overhead like
an April mist, and nothing is exempt from it. Even the Indians' tall,
dead "totem-poles" of hemlock or spruce, which would make fine kindling
wood any where else, bear huge clumps of dripping moss and foliage
on their tops, at heights varying from ten to thirty feet above the
ground. An occasional stray seed of a Sitka spruce may get caught in
this elevated tangle, and make its home there just as well as if it
were on the ground. It sprouts, and as its branches run up in the air,
the roots crawl down the "totem-pole" until the ground is reached, when
they bury themselves in it, and send up fresh sustenance to the trunk
and limbs, which until then have been living a parasitic sort of life
off the decayed moss. This is shown in illustration on page 19, being
a view at Kaigan Village. Imagine a city boy tossing a walnut from a
fourth story window, and its lodging on top of a telegraph pole, there
sprouting next spring, and in the course of a couple of years extending
its roots down the pole, insinuating themselves in the crevices and
splitting it open, then piercing the pavement; the tree continuing to
grow for years until the boy, as a man, can reach out from his window
and pick walnuts every fall, and the idea seems incredible; and yet
the equivalent occurs quite often in the south-eastern portions of our
distant colony. Nor is all this marshy softness confined to the levels
or to almost level <DW72>s, as one would imagine from one's experience
at home, but it extends up the steepest places, where the climbing
would be hard enough without this added obstacle. In precipitous
<DW72>s where the foot tears out a great swath of moist moss, it may
reveal underneath a slippery shingle or shale where nothing but a bird
could find a footing in its present condition. There is wonderful
preservative power in all these conditions, for nothing seems to rot in
the ground, and the accumulated timber of ages, standing and fallen,
stumps, limbs, and trunks, "criss-cross and tumble-tangled," as the
children say, forms a bewildering mass which, covered and intertwined
as it is with a compact entanglement of underbrush and moss, makes
the ascent of the steep hillsides a formidable undertaking. A fallen
trunk of a tree is only indicated by a ridge of moss, and should the
traveler on this narrow path deviate a little too far to the right
or left, he may sink up to his arm-pits in a soft mossy trap from
which he can scramble as best he may, according to his activity in
the craft of "backwoodsman-ship." Having once reached the tops of the
lower hills--the higher ones are covered with snow and glacier ice the
year round--a few small openings may be seen, which, if any thing, are
more boggy and treacherous to the feet than the hillsides themselves,
lagoon-like morasses, covered with pond lilies and aquatic plant life,
being connected by a network of sluggish canals with three or four
inches of amber  water and as many feet of soft black oozy mud,
with here and there a clump of willow brake or "pussy-tails" springing
above the waste of sedge and flags. In these bayou openings a hunter
may now and then run across a stray deer, bear, or mountain goat,
but, in general, inland hunting in south-eastern Alaska is a complete
failure, owing to the scarcity of game and the labor of hunting.

The worst part of Peril Strait being ahead of us, we backed out with
our long unwieldy vessel and turned westward, passing out late in the
evening through Salisbury Strait to the Pacific Ocean, ours being,
according to the pilot, the first steam vessel to essay the passage. A
last night on the Pacific's rolling water, and early next morning we
rounded Cape Ommaney, and entered the inland passage of Chatham Strait,
our prow once more pointed northward, the sheet of water lying as quiet
as a mill pond. About 4 P.M. we reached Killisnoo, a pretty little port
in the Strait. Cod-fish abounding here in unusual numbers, a regular
fishery has been established by a company for the purpose of catching
and preserving the cod for the markets of the Pacific coast. Here I
saw many of the Kootznahoo Indians of the place, who do the principal
fishing for the white men. Their already ugly faces were plastered
over with black, for which, according to the superintendent, there
were two causes. A few of the Indians were clad in mourning, to which
this artificial blackness is an adjunct, while the remainder followed
the custom in order to protect their faces and especially their eyes
from the intense glare of the sun on the water while fishing. Chatham
Strait at its northern end subdivides into Icy Straits and Lynn Canal,
the latter being taken as our course. At its northern end it again
branches into the Chilkat and Chilkoot Inlets, the former being taken;
and at its head, the highest northing we can reach in this great inland
salt-water river, our voyage on the _Victoria_ terminated. Icy Straits
lead off to the westward and unite with the Pacific, by way of Cross
Sound, the most northern of these connecting passages, which marks the
point where the archipelago, and with it the inland passage, ceases,
for from here northward to St. Elias and beyond a bold bad coast faces
the stormy Pacific, and along its frowning cliffs of rock and ice even
the amphibious Indian seldom ventures.




CHAPTER III.

IN THE CHILKAT COUNTRY.


[Illustration: CHILEAT BRACELET MADE FROM SILVER COIN.]

The Chilkat country was reached on the morning of the 2d of June and we
dropped anchor in a most picturesque little port called Pyramid Harbor,
its name being derived from a conspicuous conical island that the
Chilkats call Schlay-hotch, and the few whites, Pyramid Island, shown
on page 43. There were two salmon canneries just completed, one on
each side of the inlet, awaiting the "run" or coming of salmon, which
occurred about two weeks later. Each cannery was manned by about a half
dozen white men as directors and workmen in the trades departments,
the Chilkats doing the rougher work, as well as furnishing the fish.
They differed in no material respect from the salmon canneries of the
great Columbia River, so often described. Just above them comes in the
Chilkat river, with a broad shallow mouth, which, at low water (sixteen
feet below high water) looks like a large sand flat forming part of the
shores of the harbor. On these bars the Indians spear the salmon when
the water is just deep enough to allow them to wade around readily.

Up this Chilkat river are the different villages of the Chilkat
Indians, one of fifteen or twenty houses being in sight, on the east
bank, the largest, however, which contains four or five times as many
houses, called Klukwan, being quite a distance up the river. These
Chilkats are subdivided into a number of smaller clans, named after the
various animals, birds and fishes. At about the time of my arrival the
chief of the Crow clan had died, and as he was a very important person,
a most sumptuous funeral was expected to last about a week or ten days.
These funerals are nothing but a series of feasts, protracted according
to the importance of the deceased, and as they are furnished at the
expense of the administrators or executors of the dead man's estate,
every Indian from far and wide, full of veneration for the dead and a
desire for victuals, congregates at the pleasant ceremonies, and gorges
to his utmost, being worthless for work for another week afterward. As
I urgently needed some three or four score of these Indians to carry my
effects on their backs across the Alaskan coast range of mountains to
the head waters of the Yukon river, this prolonged funeral threatened
seriously to prevent my getting away in good time. Ranking me as a
chief, I was invited to the obsequies and promised a very conspicuous
position therein, especially on the last day when the body was to be
burned on a huge funeral pyre of dry resinous woods. Cremation is the
usual method of disposing of the dead among these people, the priests
or medicine men being the only ones exempt. The latter claim a sort
of infallibility and all of their predictions, acts, and influences
capable of survival, live after them so long as their bodies exist,
but should these be lost by drowning, devouring, or cremation, this
infallibility ceases. Therefore these defunct doctors of savage
witch-craft inhabit the greatest portion of the few graveyards that
one sees scattered here and there over the shores of the channels and
inlets that penetrate the country. Cremation is not always resorted to,
however, with the laity, for whenever convenience dictates otherwise,
they too may be buried in boxes, and this practice, I understand, is
becoming more common. Cremation is a savage honor, nevertheless, and
slaves were not entitled to the rite. All the Indians were extremely
anxious that I should attend the obsequies of their dear departed
friend, for if I did they saw that they might also be present and
yet feel sure of employment on my expedition over the mountains. I
declined the invitation, however, and by being a little bit determined
managed to persuade enough strong sturdy fellows away to do my proposed
packing in two trips over the pass, which had the effect of inducing
the others to come forward in sufficient numbers to accomplish the
work in a single journey, and preparations were commenced accordingly.
These preparations consisted mostly in assorting our effects with
reference to every thing that we could possibly leave behind, taking
as little as we could make our way through with, and putting that
little into convenient bags, boxes, and bundles of about one hundred
pounds each, that being the maximum load the Indians could well carry
over such Alpine trails. Some boys, eight or ten, even came forward
to solicit a share in the arduous labor, and one little urchin of
not over fourteen, a son of the Chilkat chief, Shot-rich, manfully
assumed the responsibility of a sixty-eight pound box, the distance he
had to carry it being about thirty miles, but thirty miles equal to
any one hundred and thirty on the good roads of a civilized country.
There were a few slaves among my numerous Indian packers, slavery
having once flourished extensively among the Chilkats, but having
diminished both in vigor and extent, in direct ratio to their contact
with the whites. Formerly, slaves were treated in the many barbarous
ways common to savage countries, sacrificed at festivals and religious
ceremonies, and kept at the severest tasks. They were often tied in
huge leathern sacks stretched at full length on the hard stony ground
and trodden to death. The murderers, great muscular men, would jump up
and down on their bodies, singing a wild death chant, with their fists
clinched across their breasts, every cracking of a rib or bone being
followed by loud shouts of derisive laughter. Sometimes the slave was
bound to huge bowlders at the water's edge at low tide, and as the
returning waves came rolling in and slowly drowned the wretch, his
cries were deafened by the hideous shouts from the spectators on the
land. Of course, as with all slave-holders, an eye was kept open toward
mercenary views, and the sacrifices were nearly always of the aged,
infirm, or decrepit; those who had ceased to be useful as interpreted
by their own savage ideas of usefulness. Entering a Chilkat house
nowadays, one can hardly distinguish a slave from the master, unless
one is acquainted with the insignificant variations in dress which
characterize them, and while the slaves are supposed to do all the
work the enforcement of the rule appears to be very lax. Still it is
interesting to know that the fourteenth amendment to the United States
constitution is not held inviolable in all parts of that vast country.
As among nearly all savages, the women are brutalized, but they appear
to have one prerogative of the most singular character, that is well
worth relating. Nearly every thing descends on the mother's side, yet
a chattel may be owned, or at least controlled, by the men, although a
traveler will notice many bargains wherein the woman's consent is first
obtained. The royal succession is most oddly managed with reference
to women's rights. The heir-apparent to the throne is not the oldest
or any other child of the king and queen, but is the queen's nearest
blood relative of the male persuasion, although the relationship may
be no closer, perhaps, than that of cousin. As this curiously chosen
king may marry any woman of the tribe, it is easy to see that any one
may in this indirect way become the sovereign of the savages, and with
the help of luck alone, may acquire royal honors. One rich Indian woman
of Sitka who took a fancy to a slave, purchased him for the purpose of
converting him into a husband, at a cost of nearly a thousand dollars
in goods and chattels, and if he was not very expensive thereafter
he may have been cheaper than the usual run of such bargains. When a
couple of Chilkats tie the nuptial knot, they at once, if possible,
adopt a boy and a girl, although these can hardly be said to stand in
the place of adopted children, when it is understood that they are
really a conjugal reserve corps for the bride and bridegroom in case of
death. Should the man die the boy becomes the widow's husband without
further ceremony, and _vice versa_. Of course such conjugal mixtures
present the most incongruous aspects in the matter of age, but happily
these examples are infrequent.

This Chilkat country is most thoroughly Alpine in character, and in
the quiet, still evenings, far up on the steep hillsides, where the
dense spruce timber is broken up by natural clearings, one could
often see a brown or black bear come out and nose around to get at
some of the many roots and berries that there abound, and more than
once I was a spectator of a bear hunt, for as soon as Bruin put in an
appearance there was always some Indian hunter ambitious enough to
toil up the steep mountain sides after him. I have spoken of their
extreme fear of the great brown or cinnamon bear, which they seldom
attack. So great indeed is the Chilkats' respect for him that the most
aristocratic clan is called the Cinnamon Bears. Another high class
clan is the Crows, the plebeian divisions being the Wolves and Whales,
and the division line is so strong that it leads to feuds between the
clans that, in respect of slaughter, are almost entitled to the name
of wars, while between the high and low caste intermarriage is almost
unknown. As the Brown Bears, or Cinnamon Bears as they are generally
called, are the highest clan, so copper is their most highly prized
metal. With copper the Chilkats have always been familiar, gold and
silver coming with the whites; and therefore a brown bear's head carved
in copper is their most venerated charm. In regard to engraving and
sculpture it is not too much to say that the Chilkats stand well in
the front rank of savage artists. When civilization first came in
contact with these people they were in the Paleolithic stone age of
that material, and their carvings were marvels of design and execution,
although subserving the simplest wants of a simple people. Of metals
they possessed only copper, and that in such small quantities as to
be practically out of the account. With the whites came gold and
silver, and the latter from its comparative cheapness became their
favorite metal. Coins were hammered out into long slender bars, bent
into bracelets, and then beautifully engraved, some of their designs
having been borrowed from civilization and copied faithfully in detail,
although the old savage ideas of workmanship are for obvious reasons
preferred by most purchasers. Some of their women wear a dozen or more
bracelets on each arm, covering them up to the elbows and beyond, but
this seems to be only a means of preserving them until the arrival of
white customers, when they are sold at from one to five or six dollars
a pair according to their width. The initial piece of this chapter
is sketched from one in the possession of the author and made by one
of his hired Indians. Ear-rings, finger-rings, beads and ornamental
combs for the hair are made of silver and gold, mostly of silver; and
the Chilkats seem to be as imitative in respect to ideas and designs
as the Mongolians, whose talents are so much better known. It is in
wood and horn, however, that their best examples of this art have
been displayed, and so unique and intricate are they that language
is inadequate to describe them. Of wood carvings their "totem" poles
show the cleverest workmanship and variety of design. The exact
significance of these totem poles remains still undetermined, and the
natives themselves seem averse to throwing much light on the subject.
This fact alone would appear to indicate a superstitious origin. Some
say the totem poles represent family genealogies, life histories, and
tribal accounts, all of which conjectures may be well founded. They
are simply logs of wood standing on end in front of the houses, and
facing the water. This face is covered from top to bottom, for a
height of from five to thirty feet, with the most curious carvings, as
shown to a limited extent on page 19. The "totem" or tribal symbol,
which may be a wolf, a bear, a raven, or a fish, often predominates,
while representations of crouching human figures are favorite designs.
The making of totem poles has ceased among the Indians, although they
carefully preserve those that still exist. Still many of them fall
into the clutches of white men in compensation for a few dollars,
and hardly a museum of note in the country but displays a Tlinkit
totem pole or two, while some possess extensive collections. The best
carving is shown in the isolated poles standing in front of the houses,
but frequently the houses themselves are fantastically carved in
conspicuous places to suit the owner's fancy.

[Illustration: PYRAMID HARBOR, CHILKAT INLET. (Chilkat Indian Canoe in
the foreground.)]

Some of these houses are quite respectable for savage house-making,
the great thick puncheon planks of the floor being often quite well
polished, or at any rate neatly covered with white sand. Attempts at
civilization are made in the larger and more aristocratic abodes by
partitioning the huge hovel into rooms by means of draperies of cloth
or canvas. In some the door is made as high as it can be cut in the
wall and is reached by steps from the outside, while a similar flight
inside gives access to the floor. The fire occupies the center of the
room, enough of the floor being removed to allow it to be kindled
directly on the ground, the smoke escaping by a huge hole in the roof.
The vast majority of the houses are squalid beyond measure, and the
dense resinous smoke of the spruce and pine blackens the walls with a
funereal tinge, and fills the house with an odor which, when mingled
with that of decayed salmon, makes one feel like leaving his card at
the door and passing on. It takes no stretch of the imagination to
conceive that such architecture provides the maximum of ventilation
when least needed, and it is a fact that the winter hours of the
Chilkats are cold and cheerless in the extreme. They sit crouched
around the fire with their blankets closely folded about them and
even drawn over their heads, the house serving indeed as a protection
from the fierce wind and deep snow drifts, but no more. They look
on all this foolishness, however, with a sort of Spartan fortitude
as necessary to toughen them and inure them to the rough climate,
and at times, impelled by this belief, they will deliberately expose
themselves with that object in view. When the rivers and lakes are
frozen over the men and boys break great holes in the ice and plunge
in for a limited swim, then come out, and if a bank of soft snow is
convenient roll around in it like so many polar bears; and when they
get so cold that they can't tell the truth they wander leisurely
back to the houses and remark that they have had a nice time, and
believe they have done something toward making themselves robust
Chilkat citizens able to endure every thing. There is no wonder that
such people adopt cremation; and in fact one interpretation of its
religious significance is based on the idea of future personal warmth
in the happy hunting grounds, which they regard as a large island,
whose shores are unattainable except by those whose bodies have been
duly consumed by fire. Unless the rite of cremation has been performed
the unhappy shade shivers perpetually in outer frost. It is the
impossibility of cremation which makes death by drowning so terrible to
a Chilkat.

The reason that the _shamans_, or medicine men (whose bodies are not
cremated) have no such dread, is that their souls do not pass to the
celestial island, but are translated into the bodies of infants, and
in this way the crop of medicine men never diminishes, whatever may
be the status of the rest of the population. Dreams and divinations,
or various marks of the child's hair or face, are relied upon to
determine into which infant the supreme and mysterious power of the
defunct doctor of Tlinkit divinity has entered. To enumerate all of
these signs would consume more of my space than the subject is worth.
When a Chilkat dies the body is burned at sunrise, having first been
dressed for the ceremony in a costume more elaborate than any which
it ever wore in life. The corpse must not be carried out at the door,
which is deemed sacred, a superstition very common among savage races.
A few boards may be taken from the rear or side of the hovel, or the
body may be hoisted through the capacious chimney in the roof; but when
the Chilkat in his last illness sought his house to lie down and die
in it he passed over its threshold for the last time. Demons and dark
spirits hover around like vultures, and are only kept out of doors by
the dreaded incantations of the medicine men, and these may seize the
corpse as it passes out. So fiendishly eager are they to secure and
stab their prey that all that is needed is to lead out a dog from the
house, which has been brought into it at night, when the witches fall
upon it and exhaust their strength in attacking it before they discover
their mistake. The cremation is seldom perfect, and the charred bones
and remnants are collected and put into a small box standing on four
posts in the nearest graveyard. In the burial of medicine men, or
before cremation with others, the bodies are bent into half their
length, the knees drawn up to the breast and secured by thongs and
lashings.

A walk into the woods around Chilkat shows the traveling to be somewhat
better than in equally mountainous country near the coast, and where
paths had been cut through the dense timber to the charcoal pits formed
and maintained by the canneries, the walking was exceedingly agreeable
and pleasant, especially by way of contrast. As one recedes from the
coast and gets beyond the influence of the warm Japanese current with
its ceaseless fogs, rains and precipitation generally, the woods and
marshes become more and more susceptible of travel, and by the time the
Alaska coast range of mountains is crossed and the interior reached,
one finds it but little worse than the tangle-woods and swamps of
lower latitudes. The waters swarm with life, which is warmed by this
heat-bearing current, and I think I do not exaggerate in saying that
Alaska and its numerous outlying islands will alone, in the course of
a short time, repay us annually more than the original cost of the
great territory. By means of these industries the wedge has begun
to enter, and we may hope it will be driven home by means of a wise
administration of government, a boon which has been denied to Alaska
since the Russians left the territory.

The principal fisheries will always be those of salmon and cod, since
these fish are most readily prepared for export, while halibut, Arctic
smelt or candle-fish, brook trout, flounders and other species will
give ample variety for local use. The salmon has long been the staple
fish food of the Chilkats, but this is slowly giving way to the
products of civilization which they acquire in return for services at
the canneries and for loading and unloading the vessels which visit
the port. The salmon season is ushered in with considerable ceremony
by the Chilkats, numerous festivals mark its success and its close is
celebrated by other feasts. A Chilkat village during the salmon fishing
season is a busy place. Near the water, loaded with the fish, their
pink sides cut open ready for drying, are the scaffoldings, which are
built just high enough, to prevent the dogs from investigating too
closely; while out in the shallow water of the shoals or rapids, which
often determine the site of a village, may be seen fish-weirs looking
like stranded baskets that had served their purpose elsewhere and been
thrown away up the stream, and which had lodged here as they floated
down. Many of the salmon are converted into fish-oil, which is used
by the Chilkats as food, and resembles a cross between our butter and
the blubber of the Eskimo. Taking a canoe that is worn out, yet not
so badly damaged as not to be completely water-tight, it is filled
some six to eight inches deep with salmon, over which water is poured
until the fish are well covered. This being done on the beach there
are always plenty of stones around, and a number of these are heated
to as high a temperature as possible in an open fire alongside of the
canoe, and are then rapidly thrown into the water, bringing it to a
boiling heat, and cooking the mass. As the oil of the fat fish rises
to the surface it is skimmed off with spoons, and after all has been
procured that it is possible to obtain by this means, the gelatinous
mass is pressed so as to get whatever remains, and all is preserved
for winter food. The salmon to be dried are split open along the back
until they are as flat as possible, and then the flesh is split to
the skin in horizontal and vertical slices about an inch to an inch
and a half apart, which facilitates the drying process. Each little
square contracts in drying and makes a convenient mouthful for them
as they scrape it from the skin with their upper canine teeth like
a beaver peeling the bark from a cottonwood tree. In packing over
the Alaska coast range of mountains, a task which keeps the Indians
absent from three to five days, a single salmon and a quart of flour
are considered a sufficient ration per man for even that severe
trip. If they are working for white men the employers are supposed
to furnish the flour and the Indians the fish. While these Tlinkits
of south-eastern Alaska, of which the Chilkats and Chilkoots are
the most dreaded and war-like band, are a most jolly, mirth-making,
and oftentimes even hilarious crowd of people, yet any thing like a
practical joke played upon one of them is seldom appreciated by the
recipient with the sheepish satisfaction so common to civilization.
An army officer, Lieut. C. E. S. Wood, who spent some time among them
sketching and drawing something besides his pay, relates in the Century
Magazine the story of an Indian who laboriously crawled up on a band of
decoy ducks that somebody had allowed to remain anchored out near the
water's edge, and wasted several rounds of ammunition on them before
he discovered his mistake. Instead of sneaking back into the brush,
dodging through out-of-the-way by-paths to his home, and maintaining
a conspicuous silence thereafter, as we of a more civilized country
would have done under like circumstances, he sought out the owner of
the decoys and demanded direct and indirect damages for the injuries he
had suffered and the ammunition he had wasted, and was met by laughter,
which only increased his persistency until his demands were satisfied
to get rid of him.

At one of the two salmon canneries of which I have spoken as being
in Chilkat Inlet, there was also kept a trading store, and here
the Indians would bring their furs and peltries and barter for the
articles that were so temptingly displayed before their eyes; and
if the skins were numerous and valuable this haggling would often
continue for hours, as the Indian never counts time as worth any thing
in his bargains. While we were there an Indian brought in a few black
fox skins to barter for trading material, a prime skin of this kind
being worth about forty dollars in goods from the store, and grading
from that down to nearly one-fourth of the amount. At the time when
the Chilkats learned the great value of the black fox skins, not many
years back, they also learned, in some unaccountable way, the method of
making them to order by staining the common red fox or cross fox skin
by the application of some native form of blacking, probably made from
soot or charcoal. Many such were disposed of before the counterfeit was
detected, and even after the cheat was well known the utmost vigilance
was needed to prevent natives playing the trick in times of great
business activity. The method of detection was simply to place the skin
on any hard flat surface like the counter of a trader's store, and rub
the clean hand vigorously and with considerable pressure backward and
forward over the fur side of the skin, when, if the skin were dyed, the
fact would be shown by the blackened hand. This fact had been explained
to us by the trader, and the Doctor entering just as the conversation
as to the price became animated, and perceiving that the palmar surface
of his hand was well soiled and blackened, owing to his having been
engaged assorting packs for our Indians, he playfully stepped up to
the counter, ran his hand jauntily through the skin once or twice and
displayed to the two traders his blackened palm, to the surprise of
the white man and absolute consternation of the Indian. The former
rapidly but unavailingly tried to verify the Doctor's experiment, when
the latter broke out into a hearty laugh, in which the trader joined.
Not so with the Indian; when he recovered his senses he was furious
at the imputation on his character; and the best light he could view
it in, after all the explanations, was that it had been a conspiracy
between the two white men to get the skin at low rates, and the plot
having failed, according to their own confession, and he himself having
received his own price to quiet him, ought to be satisfied. The Doctor
remarked as he finished the story, that he did not believe there was
the remotest sense of humor among the whole band of Chilkat or Chilkoot
Indians. The constant life of the Tlinkits in their canoes when
procuring food or at other occupations on the water has produced, in
conformity with the doctrine of natural selection and the survival of
the fittest, a most conspicuous preponderating development of the chest
and upper limbs over the lower, and their gait on land, resembling that
of aquatic birds, is scarcely the poetry of motion as we understand
it. The Chilkats, however, are not so confined to a seafaring life,
and their long arduous trading journeys inland have assisted to make
this physical characteristic much less conspicuous among them than
among other tribes of Tlinkits, although even the Chilkats can not be
called a race of large men. While they may not compare with the Sioux
or Cheyennes, or a few others that might be mentioned, yet there are
scores of Indian tribes in the United States proper which are greatly
inferior to the Chilkats both in mental, physical, and moral qualities.
In warfare they are as brave as the average Indians of the United
States, and have managed to conduct their own affairs with considerable
order, in spite of governmental interference at times. I quote from a
correspondent writing from there as late as August, 1884, to the _New
York Times_ of November 23d: "The Indians have a great respect for a
man-of-war, with its strict discipline and busy steam launches that
can follow their canoes to the remote creeks and hiding places in the
islands, and naval rule has been most praiseworthy. The army did no
good for the country or the natives, and its record is not a creditable
one. The Tlinkits sneered openly at the land forces, and snapped their
fingers at challenging and forbidding sentries, and paddled away at
their pleasure."




CHAPTER IV.

OVER THE MOUNTAIN PASS.


[Illustration: CHILKAT INDIAN PACKER.]

By the 6th of June all of our many arrangements for departure were
fully completed, and the next day the party got under way shortly
before 10 o'clock in the forenoon. Mr. Carl Spuhn, the Manager of
the North-west Trading Company, which owned the western cannery in
the Chilkat Inlet, where my party had been disembarked, who had been
indefatigable in his efforts to assist me in procuring Indian packers,
and in many other ways aiding the expedition, now placed at my disposal
the little steam launch of the company, and behind it, tied one to
the other by their towing ropes, was a long string of from twelve
to twenty canoes, each containing from two to four Chilkat Indians,
our prospective packers. Some of the Indians who had selected their
packs carried them in the canoes, but the bulk of the material was
on the decks of the steam-launch "Louise." They disappeared out of
sight in a little while, steaming southward down the Chilkat Inlet,
while with a small party in a row-boat I crossed this channel and
then by a good trail walked over to the Haines Mission, in Chilkoot
Inlet, presided over by Mr. Eugene S. Willard and his wife, with a
young lady assistant, Miss Mathews, and maintained by the Presbyterian
Board of Missions as a station among the Chilkat and Chilkoot Indians.
Crossing the "mission trail," as it was called, we often traversed
lanes in the grass, which here was fully five feet high, while, in
whatever direction the eye might look, wild flowers were growing in the
greatest profusion. Dandelions as big as asters, buttercups twice the
usual size, and violets rivaling the products of cultivation in lower
latitudes were visible around. It produced a singular and striking
contrast to raise the eyes from this almost tropical luxuriance and
allow them to rest on the Alpine hills, covered, half way down their
shaggy sides, with snow and glacier ice, and with cold mist condensed
on their crowns. Mosquitoes were too plentiful not to be called a
prominent discomfort, and small gnats did much to mar the otherwise
pleasant stroll. Berries and berry blossoms grew in a profusion and
variety which I have never seen equaled within the same limits in lower
latitudes. A gigantic nettle was met with in uncomfortable profusion
when one attempted to wander from the beaten trail. This nettle has
received the appropriate name of "devil-sticks;" and Mr. Spuhn of the
party told me it was formerly used by the Indian medicine-men as a
prophylactic against witch-craft, applied externally, and with a vigor
that would have done credit to the days of old Salem, a custom which
is still kept up among these Indians. Gardens have been cultivated
upon this narrow peninsula, the only comparatively level track of
considerable size in all south-eastern Alaska, with a success which
speaks well for this part of the territory as far as climate and soil
are concerned, although the terribly rough mountainous character of
nearly all of this part of the country will never admit of any broad
experiments in agriculture. By strolling leisurely along and stopping
long enough to lunch under the great cedar trees, while the mosquitoes
lunched off us, we arrived at the mission on Chilkoot Inlet just in
time to see the little launch in the distance followed by its long
procession of canoes, heading for us and puffing away as if it were
towing the Great Eastern. It had gone down the Chilkat Inlet ten or
twelve miles to the southward, turned around the sharp cape of the
peninsula, Point Seduction, and traveled back northward, parallel to
its old course, some twelve to fifteen miles to where we were waiting
for it, having steamed about twenty-five miles, while we had come
one-fifth the distance to the same point. Here quite a number of
Chilkoot natives and canoes were added to the already large throng;
Mrs. Schwatka, who had accompanied me thus far, was left in the kind
care of the missionary family of Mr. Willard; adieus were waved and we
once more took our northward course up the Chilkoot Inlet.

[Illustration: Part I. Map of the Alaska Exploring Expedition of 1883.
Compiled and drawn by Mr. C. A. Homan, Topographical Assistant.]

After four or five miles the main inlet bears off to the westward, but
a much narrower one still points constantly to the north star, and up
the latter we continued to steam. It is called the Dayay Inlet and
gives us about ten miles of "straight-away course" before coming to the
mouth of the river of the same name. This Dayay Inlet is of the same
general character as the inland passages in this part of Alaska, of
which I have already spoken; a river-like channel between high steep
hills, which are covered with pine, cedar and spruce from the water's
line nearly to the top, and there capped with bare granite crowns that
in gulches and on the summits are covered with snow and glacier ice,
which in melting furnish water for innumerable beautiful cascades and
mountain torrents, many of them dashing from such dizzy precipitous
heights that they are reduced to masses of iridescent spray by the time
they reach the deep green waters of the inlet.

With a score of canoes towing behind, the ropes near the launch kept
parting so often that we were considerably delayed, and as the Indians
were seldom in any great hurry about repairing the damages, and treated
it in a most hilarious manner as something of a joke on the launch, the
master of that craft, when the rope had parted near the central canoe
for about the twentieth time, finally bore on without them, leaving the
delinquents to get along as best they could, there being about five
miles more to make. Fortunately just then a fair southern breeze sprang
up, so that most of the tardy canoes soon displayed canvas, and those
that could not, hastily improvised a blanket, a pea-jacket, or even a
a broad-shouldered pair of pantaloons, to aid their progress, for the
Indian in all sections of the country is much more ingenious than one
is apt to suppose, especially if his object be to save manual labor.
The mouth of the Dayay river being reached about six in the afternoon,
it was found to consist of a series of low swampy mud flats and a very
miry delta. Here it is necessary to ascend the swift river at least a
mile to find a site that is even half suitable for a camp. During the
time when the greatest sediment is brought down by the swift muddy
stream, _i.e._, during the spring freshets and summer high water, the
winds are usually from the south, and blow with considerable force,
which fact accounts for the presence of soft oozy deposits of great
extent so near the mouth of the stream. Through this shallow water the
canoes carried our effects. The river once reached the canoes proceeded
up the stream to camp, the launch whistled us adieu, and as she faded
from sight, the last link that bound us to civilization was snapped,
and our explorations commenced. The distance from the Haines' Mission
to the mouth of the Dayay where we disembarked was sixteen miles.

At this camp No. 2, we found a small camp of wandering _Tahk-heesh_
Indians, or as they are locally called by the few whites of the
country, the _Sticks_, a peaceful tribe whose home is over the Alaskan
coast range of mountains and along the headwaters of the great Yukon,
the very part of the very stream we desired to explore. It has only
been within the last few years that these Tahk-heesh Indians have
been allowed to cross over the mountains into the Chilkat country
for purposes of trade, the Chilkats and Chilkoots united having from
time immemorial completely monopolized the profitable commerce of the
interior fur trade, forbidding ingress to the whites and denying egress
to the Indians of the interior. From the former they bought their
trading goods and trinkets, and making them into convenient bundles
or parcels of about one hundred pounds each, they carried them on
their backs across the snow and glacier crowned mountains, exchanging
them for furs with the tribes of the interior for many hundreds of
miles around. These furs were again lashed in packs and carried back
over the same perilous paths to the coffers of the white traders, and
although they realized but a small fractional portion of their value,
yet prices were large in comparison with the trifling cost to the
venders. When the trade was at its best many years ago, these trips
were often made twice a year during the spring and summer, and so
great was the commerce in those days, that no less than from eight to
ten tons of trading material found its way into the interior by way
of these Alpine passes, and was exchanged for its equivalent in furs.
As a consequence, the Chilkat nation is the richest tribe of Indians
in the great North-west. Their chief, Shot-rich, alone is worth about
ten or twelve thousand dollars in blankets, their standard of wealth,
and others in proportion, according to their energy in the trade.
Shot-rich has three large native houses at Klukwan, the main Chilkat
town, two of which are filled with blankets worth from two to four
dollars apiece. The trail on which we were now plodding along is known
among the Indians as the Chilkoot trail to the interior, and takes
from two to four days, packing their goods on their backs, until the
headwaters of the Yukon are reached. It was monopolized solely by the
Chilkoots, who had even gone so far as to forbid the Chilkats, almost
brothers in blood, from using it, so that the latter were forced to
take a longer and far more laborious route. This route of the Chilkats
led them up the Chilkat River to near its head, where a long mountain
trail that gave them a journey of a week or ten days, packing on their
backs, brought them to a tributary of the Yukon, by means of which the
interior was gained. Once on this tributary no serious rapids or other
impediments were in their line of travel, while the Yukon, with its
shorter trail, had many such obstacles. The great Hudson Bay Company
with its well-known indomitable courage, attempted as early as 1850 to
tap this rich trading district monopolized by the Chilkat Indians, and
Fort Selkirk was established at the junction of the Yukon and Pelly,
but so far away from their main base of supplies on Hudson's Bay, that
it is said it took them a couple of years to reach it with trading
effects. The Indians knew of but one method of competition in business.
They went into no intricate inventories for reducing prices of stock,
nor did they put bigger advertisements or superior inducements before
their customers. They simply organized a war party, rapidly descended
the main Yukon for about five hundred miles, burned the buildings and
appropriated the goods.

As the Tahk-heesh or _Sticks_ were allowed to come abroad so the white
men were allowed and, in fact, induced to enter, for the coast Indians
found ample compensation in carrying the white men's goods over the
trail of about thirty miles at a rate which brought them from ten to
twelve dollars per pack of a hundred pounds in weight; and it was my
intention to take advantage of this opportunity to reach the head of
the river, and then fight my way down it, rather than against its well
known rapid current, of which I had heard so much from the accounts
of explorers on its lower waters. When it was known, however, that I
expected to do my explorations on a raft, the idea was laughed at by
the few white men of the country, as evincing the extreme of ignorance,
and the Indians seemed to be but little behind them in ridicule of the
plan. The latter emphatically affirmed that a hundred and fifty or two
hundred miles of lakes stretched before us, and what, they argued, can
be more helpless than a raft on a still lake? Eight or ten miles of
boiling rapids occurred at various points in the course of the stream,
and these would tear any raft into a shapeless wreck, while it would
be hard to find Indians to portage my numerous effects around them.
The unwieldiness of a great raft--no small one would serve for us and
our stores--in a swift current was constantly pointed out, and I must
confess I felt a little discouraged myself when I summed up all these
reasons. Why this or the Chilkat route was not attempted long ago
by some explorer, who might thereby have traversed the entire river
in a single summer, instead of combating its swift current from its
mouth, seems singular in the light of the above facts, and I imagine
the only explanation is that men who would place sufficient reliance
in Indian reports to insert in their maps the gross inaccuracies that
we afterward detected, would rely also upon the Indian reports that
from time immemorial have pronounced this part of the river to be
unnavigable even for canoes, except for short stretches, and as filled
with rapids, cañons, whirlpools and cascades.

After camping that night on the Dayay, bundles were all assorted
and assigned. The packs varied from thirty-six to a hundred and
thirty-seven pounds in weight, the men generally carrying a hundred
pounds and the boys according to their age and strength. The "Sticks"
or Tahk-heesh Indians camped near us were hunting black bear, which
were said to be abundant in this locality, an assertion which seemed
to be verified by the large number of tracks we saw in the valley.
From this band of Indians we completed our number of packers, a
circumstance which irritated the others greatly, for the Chilkats seem
to regard the _Sticks_ almost in the light of slaves. Here I also
secured a stout, sturdy fellow, at half rates, merely to go along in
case of sickness among my numerous retinue, in which event he would be
put on full wages. His onerous duties consisted in carrying the guidon,
or expedition flag, weighing four or five pounds, and he improvised
himself into a ferry for the white men at the numerous fords which the
tortuous Dayay River presented as we ascended. As every one gave him
a nickel or dime at each ford, and the guidon staff was simply a most
convenient alpenstock, he was the envy of all the others as he slowly
but surely amassed his gains; not so slowly either, for the river made
so many windings from one side of its high walled valley to the other,
that his receipts rivaled a western railroad in the matter of mileage,
but the locomotion was scarcely as comfortable as railroad travel.

[Illustration: METHODS OF TRACKING A CANOE UP A RAPID.]

During the still, quiet evening we could hear many grouse hooting in
the spruce woods of the hillsides, this time of day seeming to be their
favorite hour for concerts. The weather on this, the first day of our
trip, was splendid, with a light southern wind that went down with the
sun and gave us a few mist-like sprinkles of rain, serving to cool
the air and make slumber after our fatigue doubly agreeable. The head
of canoe navigation on the Dayay river, where it terminates abruptly
in a huge boiling cascade, is ten miles from the mouth of the stream,
although fully fifteen are traveled by the canoemen in ascending its
tortuous course, which is accomplished by the usual Indian method of
"tracking," with ropes and poles from the bank of the river. I observed
that they "tracked" their canoes against the current in two ways, each
method requiring two men to one canoe. The diagrams given will show
these methods; in No. 1, an Indian pulls the canoe with a rope, while
a companion just in his rear and following in his steps keeps the head
of the canoe in the stream, with a long pole, at just such distance as
he may desire according to the obstacles that are presented. If the
water from the bank for some distance out, say twelve or fifteen feet,
is clear of all obstacles, his companion will fall to the rear as far
as his pole will allow and assist the ropeman by pushing up stream, but
in shallow, swift places he has all he can do to regulate the canoe's
course through the projecting stones, and the burden of the draft falls
on the ropeman. In the other mode both the men use poles and all the
motive power is furnished by pushing. The advantage over the first
is that in "boiling" water full of stones, the bowman may steer his
end clear of all of these, only to have the seething waters throw the
stern against a sharp corner of a rock and tear a hole in that part, an
accident which can only be avoided by placing a pole-man at the stern.
It is readily apparent, however, that there is much more power expended
in this method of making headway against the current than in the other.
Some few of the Indians judiciously vary the two methods to suit the
circumstances. On long stretches of only moderately swift water the
tired trackers would take turns in resting in the canoe, using a paddle
to hold the bow out from the shore. The current of the Dayay is very
swift, and two days' "tracking" is often required to traverse the
navigable part of the stream. Every few hundred yards or so the river
needs to be crossed, wherever the timber on the banks is dense, or
where the circuitous river cuts deep into the high hillsides that form
the boundaries of its narrow valley. In these crossings from fifty to a
hundred yards would often be lost. The Indians seemed to make no effort
whatever to stem the swift current in crossing, but pointed the canoe
straight across for the other bank and paddled away as if dear life
depended on the result.

[Illustration: CANOEING UP THE DAYAY.]

The march of the 8th to Camp 3, brought us within a half mile or
a mile of the head of canoe navigation on the river, and here the
Indians desired to camp, as at that particular spot there is no dry
wood with which to cook their meals; although all they had to cook was
the little flour that I had issued, the salmon being dried and eaten
without further preparation. The Dayay Valley is well wooded in its
bottom with poplar and several varieties of willow, and where these
small forests did not exist were endless ridges of sand, gravel and
even huge bowlders cutting across each other at all angles, evidently
the work of water, assisted at times by the more powerful agency of
moving or stranded ice. All day we had been crossing bear tracks of
different ages, and after camping some of the white men paddled across
the river (here thirty-five or forty yards wide) to take a stroll up
the valley; and while returning a large black bear was seen perched
on a conspicuous granite ridge of the western mountain wall, probably
four hundred yards away and at an angle of twenty degrees above our
position in the river bottom. A member of the party got two shots at
him, but he disappeared in the dense underbrush, evidently afraid
that the sportsman might aim at something else and so hit him. Dr.
Wilson and Mr. Homan fished with bait and flies for a long distance
up and down the different channels of the river, but could not get a
single "rise" or "bite," although the Indians catch mountain trout in
their peculiar fish-weirs, having offered us that very day a number
thus captured. Like all streams rising in glacier bearing lands of
calcareous structure, its waters are very white and chalky, which may
account for the apparent reluctance of the fish to rise to a fly. The
pretty waterfalls on the sides of the mountains still continued and the
glaciers of the summits became more numerous and strongly marked, and
descended nearer to the bed of the stream.

I could not but observe the peculiar manifestations of surprise
characteristic of the Chilkats. Whenever one uttered a shout over
some trifle, such as a comrade's slipping on a slimy stone into the
water, or tumbling over the root of a log, or any mishap, comical or
otherwise, every one within hearing, from two to two hundred, would
immediately chime in, and such a cry would ensue as to strike us with
astonishment. This may be repeated several times in a minute, and the
abruptness with which it would begin and end, so that not a single
distinct voice can be heard at either beginning or ending, reminds
one somewhat of a gang of coyotes howling around a frontier camp or
the bayings of Indian dogs on moonlight serenades, from which one
would be strongly tempted to believe they had borrowed it. Withal they
are a most happy, merry-hearted and jovial race, laughing hilariously
at every thing with the least shadow of comicality about it, and
"guying" every trifling mishap of a companion in which the sufferer
is expected to join, just as the man who chases his hat in a muddy
street on a windy day must laugh with the crowd. Such characteristics
of good nature are generally supposed to be accompanied by a generous
disposition, especially as toward men of the same blood, but I was
compelled to notice an almost cruel piece of selfishness which they
exhibited in one point, and which told strongly against any such theory
as applied to Indians, or at least this particular band of them. When
we got to the mouth of the Dayay river, many of the packers had no
canoes in which to track their bundles or packs to the head of canoe
navigation, and their companions who owned such craft flatly and
decisively refused to take their packs, although, as far as I could
see, it would have caused them no inconvenience whatever. In many cases
this selfishness was the effect of caste, to which I have already
alluded and which with them is carried to an extreme hardly equaled in
the social distinctions of any other savage people. Nor was this the
only conspicuous instance of selfishness displayed. As I have already
said, the Dayay is very tortuous, wide and swift, and therefore has
very few fords, and these at inconvenient intervals for travelers
carrying a hundred pounds apiece on their backs, yet the slight service
of ferrying the packers and their packs across the stream was refused
by the canoemen as rigidly as the other favor, and where the river
cut deep into some high projecting bank of the mountain flanks, these
unfortunate packers would be forced to carry burdens up over some
precipitous mountain spur, or at least to make a long detour in search
of available fords. My readers can rest assured that I congratulated
myself on having taken along a spare packer in the event of sickness
among my numerous throng, for even in such a case I found them as
disobliging and unaccommodating as before, utterly refusing to touch
a sick man's load until he had promised them the lion's share of his
wages and I had ratified the contract.

Every afternoon or evening after getting into camp, no matter how
fatiguing the march had been, as soon as their simple meal was cooked
and consumed, they would gather here and there in little parties for
the purpose of gambling, and oftentimes their orgies would run far
into the small hours of the night. The gambling game which they called
_la-hell_ was the favorite during the trip over the Chilkoot trail,
although I understand that they have others not so complicated. This
game requires an even number of players, generally from four to twelve,
divided into two parties which face each other. These "teams" continue
sitting about two or three feet apart, with their legs drawn up under
them, _à la Turque_, the place selected being usually in sandy ground
under the shade of a grove of poplar or willow trees. Each man lays a
wager with the person directly opposite him, with whom alone he gambles
as far as the gain or loss of his stake is concerned, although such
loss or gain is determined by the success of the team as a whole. In
other words, when a game terminates one team of course is the winner,
but each player wins only the stake put up by his vis-à-vis. A handful
of willow sticks, three or four inches long, and from a dozen to a
score in number, are thrust in the sand or soft earth, between the two
rows of squatting gamblers, and by means of these a sort of running
record or tally of the game is kept. The implements actually employed
in gambling are merely a couple of small bone-bobbins, as shown on page
227, of about the size of a lady's pen-knife, one of which has one or
more bands of black cut around it near its center and is called the
king, the other being pure white. At the commencement of the game, one
of the players picks up the bone-bobbins, changes them rapidly from
one hand to the other, sometimes behind his back, then again under an
apron or hat resting on his lap, during all of which time the whole
assembly are singing in a low measured melody the words, "Oh! oh! oh!
Oh, ker-shoo, ker-shoo!--" which is kept up with their elbows flapping
against their sides and their heads swaying to the tune, until some
player of the opposite row, thinking he is inspired, and singing with
unusual vehemence, suddenly points out the hand of the juggler that,
in his belief, contains "the king." If his guess is correct, his
team picks up one of the willow sticks and places it on their side,
or, if the juggler's team has gained, any one of their sticks must
be replaced in the reserve at the center. If he is wrong then, the
other side tallies one in the same way. The bone "king and queen" are
then handed to an Indian in the other row, and the same performance
repeated, although it may be twice as long, or half as short, as no
native attempts to discern the whereabouts of the "king" until he
feels he has a revelation to that effect, produced by the incantation.
A game will last any where from half an hour to three hours. Whenever
the game is nearly concluded and one party has gained almost all the
willow sticks, or at any other exciting point of the game, they have
methods of "doubling up" on the wagers, by not exchanging the bobbins
but holding both in one hand or leaving one or both on the ground under
a hat or apron, and the guesses are about both and count double, treble
or quadruple, for loss or gain. They wager the caps off their heads,
their shirts off their backs, and with many of them no doubt, their
prospective pay for the trip was all gone before it was half earned.
Men and boys alike entered the contest, and from half a dozen places
at once, in the woods near by, could be heard the everlasting refrain,
the never-ceasing chant of "Oh! oh! oh! Oh! ker-shoo, ker-shoo!" They
used also to improvise hats of birch bark (wherever that tree grew near
the evening camp) with pictures upon them that would prohibit their
passing through the mails. These habits do not indicate any great moral
improvement thus far produced by contact with civilization.

[Illustration: DAYAY VALLEY, LOOKING UP THE NOURSE RIVER VALLEY.

A glimpse of Baird Glacier covered with fog is given. The mountains
holding the glacier being twice as high as the one shown on the left,
their crests, if they had been visible, would not have been shown in
the photograph from which this illustration is made, being above the
line where it is cut off. It is only at night that the fog-banks lift,
when it is too late to take photographs.]

Two miles and a half beyond the head of canoe navigation, the
_Kut-lah-cook-ah_ River of the Chilkats comes in from the west.
This is really larger in volume and width than the Dayay, the two
averaging respectively fifty and forty yards in width by estimation. I
shortened its name, and called it after Professor Nourse of the United
States Naval Observatory. Large glaciers feed its sources by numerous
waterfalls, and its cañon-like bed is very picturesque. Like all such
streams its waters were conspicuously white and milk-like, and the most
diligent fisherman was unrewarded. At the head of the Nourse River
the Indians say there is a very large lake. The mountains that bound
its course on the west are capped by an immense glacier, which might
be traced along their summits for probably ten or twelve miles, and
was then lost in the lowering clouds of their icy crests. These light
fogs are frequent on warm days, when the difference of temperature at
the upper and lower levels is more marked, but they disappear at night
as the temperatures approach each other. This glacier, a glimpse of
which is given on page 73, was named after Professor Baird, of the
Smithsonian Institute at Washington. The march of the 9th of June took
us three miles and a half up the Dayay River, and while resting, about
noon, I was astonished to hear the Indians declare this was their
expected camp for the night, for we had really accomplished so little.
I was much inclined to anticipate that the rest of the journey was
not much worse, and would give a forcible example of the maxim that
"dangers disappear as they are approached." The rough manner in which
my illusions were dispelled will appear further on. Another inducement
to stop at this particular point was found in a small grove of spruce
saplings just across the river, which was so dense that each tree trunk
tapered as regularly as if it had been turned from a lathe. These
they desired for salmon-spears, cutting them on their way over the
trail, and collecting them as they returned, so as to give the poles
a few days to season, thus rendering them lighter for the dextrous
work required. These peculiar kinds of fish-spears are so common over
all the districts of Arctic and sub-Arctic America that I think them
worthy of description. The pole is from eight to twelve feet in length,
extending from P to P, as shown in the figure on this page. Two arms
A A are made of elastic wood, and at their ends they carry incurved
spikes of iron or steel, S S, which act as barbs on a fish-hook.
Another sharpened spike projects from the tip of the pole P, and the
three together make the prongs of the spear or gig. When the fish is
speared the arms A A bend out as the spikes "ride" over its back, and
these insert themselves in its sides, the pole spike penetrating its
back. In the figure there is represented the cross-section of a fish
(its dorsal-fin D) just before the spear strikes. Among the Eskimo of
King William's Land I found the spear-handles made of driftwood thrown
on the beach, the arms A A made of very elastic musk-ox horn, and the
spikes of copper taken from the abandoned ships of Sir John Franklin's
ill-fated expedition. Again at this camp (No. 4), the fishing-tackle of
various kinds was employed vigilantly, but although the water seemed
much clearer there were no results, the doctor advancing the theory
that trout will not rise to a fly in streams where salmon are spawning,
as they then live on the salmon roe to the exclusion of every thing
else.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: A VIEW IN THE DAYAY VALLEY. (FROM CAMP 4.) A finger of
the Saussure Glacier is seen peeping round the mountain, the rest being
covered with fog.]

At this camp I saw the Chilkat boy packers wrestling in a very singular
manner, different from any thing in that branch of athletics with which
I am acquainted. The two wrestlers lie flat on their backs upon the
ground or sand and against each other, but head to foot, or in opposite
directions. Their inner legs, _i.e._, those touching their opponents,
are raised high in the air, carried past each other, and then locked
together at the knee. They then rise to a sitting posture, or as nearly
as possible, and with their nearest arms locked into a firm hold at the
elbows, the contest commences. It evidently requires no mean amount of
strength to get on top of an equal adversary, and the game seems to
demand considerable agility, although the efforts of the contestants,
as they rolled around like two angle worms tied together, appeared more
awkward than graceful.

[Illustration: POSITION OF THE FEET IN WALKING A LOG, AS PRACTICED BY
THE CHILKAT INDIANS.]

Northward from this camp (No. 4), lying between the Nourse and Dayay
Rivers, was the southern terminal spur of a large glacier, whose upper
end was lost in the cold drifting fog that clung to it, and which can
be seen on page 77. I called it the Saussure Glacier, after Professor
Henri de Saussure, of Geneva, Switzerland. The travels in the Dayay
Inlet and up the valley of the river had been reasonably pleasant, but
on the 10th of June our course lay over the rough mountain spurs of the
east side for ten or twelve miles, upon a trail fully equal to forty or
fifty miles over a good road for a day's walking. Short as the march
was in actual measurement, it consumed from 7:30 in the morning until
7:15 in the evening; nearly half the time, however, being occupied
in resting from the extreme fatigue of the journey. In fact, in many
places it was a terrible scramble up and down hill, over huge trunks
and bristling limbs of fallen timber too far apart to leap from one to
the other, while between was a boggy swamp that did not increase the
pleasure of carrying a hundred pounds on one's back. Sometimes we would
sink in almost to our knees, while every now and then this agony was
supplemented by the recurrences of long high ridges of rough bowlders
of trachyte with a splintery fracture. The latter felt like hot iron
under the wet moccasins after walking on them and jumping from one to
the other for awhile. Some of these great ridges of bowlders on the
steep hillsides must have been of quite recent origin, and from the
size of the big rocks, often ten or twelve feet in diameter, I infer
that the force employed must have been enormous, and I could only
account for it on the theory that ice had been an important agent in
the result. So recent were some of the ridges that trees thirty and
forty feet high were embedded in the débris, and where they were not
cut off and crushed by the action of the rocks they were growing as if
nothing had happened, although half the length of their trunks in some
cases was below the tops of the ridges. I hardly thought that any of
the trees could be over forty or fifty years old. Where these ridges
of great bowlders were very wide one would be obliged to follow close
behind some Indian packer acquainted with the trail, which might easily
be lost before re-entering the brush.

That day I noticed that all my Indians, in crossing logs over a stream,
always turned the toes of both feet in the same direction (to the
right), although they kept the body square to the front, or nearly so,
and each foot passed the other at every step, as in ordinary walking.
The advantage to be gained was not obvious to the author; as the
novice, in attempting it, feels much more unsafe than in walking over
the log as usual. Nearing Camp 5, we passed over two or three hundred
yards of snow from three to fifteen feet deep. This day's march of the
10th of June brought us to the head of the Dayay river at a place the
Indians call the "stone-houses." These _stone-houses_, however, are
only a loose mass of huge bowlders piled over each other, projecting
high above the deep snow, and into the cave-like crevices the natives
crawl for protection whenever the snow has buried all other tracts, or
the cold wind from the glaciers is too severe to permit of sleep in
the open. All around us was snow or the clear blue ice of the glacier
fronts, while directly northward, and seemingly impassable, there
loomed up for nearly four thousand feet the precipitous pass through
the mountains, a blank mass of steep white, which we were to essay on
the morrow.

[Illustration: CHASING A MOUNTAIN GOAT IN THE PERRIER PASS.]

Shortly after camping I was told that the Indians had seen a mountain
goat nearly on the summit of the western mountain wall, and I was able
to make out his presence with the aid of field-glasses. The Indians
had detected him with their unaided eyes, in spite of his white coat
being against a background of snow. Had the goat been on the summit of
a mountain in the moon I should not have regarded him as any safer than
where he was, if the Indians were even half as fatigued as I felt, and
they had carried a hundred pounds over the trail and I had not. But the
identity of the goat was not fully established before an Indian, the
only one who carried a gun, an old flintlock, smooth bore, Hudson Bay
musket, made preparations for the chase. He ran across the valley and
soon commenced the ascent of the mountains, in a little while almost
disappearing on the white sides, looking like a fly crawling over the
front of a house. The Indian, a "Stick," finally could be seen above
the mountain goat and would have secured him, but that a little black
cur dog which had started to follow him when he was almost at the
summit, made its appearance on the scene just in time to frighten the
animal and started him running down the mountain side toward the pass,
the "Stick" closely following in pursuit, assisted by the dog. Just
as every one expected to see the goat disappear through the pass, he
wheeled directly around and started straight for the camp, producing
great excitement. Every one grabbed the first gun he could get his
hands on and waited for the animal's approach. A shot from camp sent
him flying up the eastern mountains, which were higher than those of
the west, closely followed almost to the summit by the indefatigable
"Stick," who finally lost him. I thought it showed excellent endurance
for the mountain goat, but the Indian's pluck was beyond all praise,
and as he returned with a jovial shake of the head, as if he met such
disappointments every day, I felt sure that I would not have undertaken
his hunt for all the goat meat in the country, even with starvation at
hand.

On the morning of the next day about five o'clock, we commenced the
toilsome ascent of this coast range pass, called by the Indians Kotusk
Mountains, and by seven o'clock all my long pack train was strung up
the precipitous pass, making one of the prettiest Alpine sights that I
have ever witnessed, and as seen from a distance strangely resembling a
row of bowlders projecting from the snow. Up banks almost perpendicular
they scrambled on their hands and knees, helping themselves by every
projecting rock and clump of juniper and dwarf spruce, not even
refusing to use their teeth on them at the worst places. Along the
steep snow banks and the icy fronts of glaciers steps were cut with
knives, while rough alpenstocks from the valley helped them to maintain
their footing. In some such places the incline was so steep that those
having boxes on their backs cut scratches in the icy crust with the
corners as they passed along, and oftentimes it was possible to steady
one's self by the open palm of the hand resting against the snow. In
some of these places a single mis-step, or the caving in of a foot-hold
would have sent the unfortunate traveler many hundred feet headlong
to certain destruction. Yet not the slightest accident happened, and
about ten o'clock, almost exhausted, we stood on the top of the pass,
enveloped in a cold drifting fog, 4,240 feet above the level of the
sea (a small portion of the party having found a lower crossing at
4,100 feet above sea-level). How these small Indians, not apparently
averaging over one hundred and forty pounds in weight, could carry one
hundred pounds up such a precipitous mountain of ice and snow, seems
marvelous beyond measure. One man carried one hundred and thirty-seven
pounds, while boys from twelve to fourteen carried from fifty to
seventy pounds. I called this the Perrier Pass after Colonel J. Perrier
of the French Geographical Society.

[Illustration: ASCENDING THE PERRIER PASS.] [Illustration: CHILKAT
HUNTING AND PACKING SNOW-SHOES.

The usual thongs are used to fasten them to the feet, but are not shown
in the illustration.]

Once on top of the Pass the trail leads northward and the descent is
very rapid for a few hundred yards to a lake of about a hundred acres
in extent, which was yet frozen over and the ice covered with snow,
although drainage from the <DW72>s had made the snow very slushy. Over
the level tracks of snow many of the Indians wore their snow-shoes,
which in the ascent and steep descent had been lashed to their packs.
These Indians have two kinds of snow-shoes, a very broad pair used
while packing, as with my party, and a narrower and neater kind
employed while hunting. The two kinds are figured below. This small
lake, abruptly walled in, greatly resembled an extinct crater, and such
it may well have been. From this resemblance it received its name of
Crater Lake, a view of which figures as the frontispiece. Here there
was no timber, not even brush, to be seen; while the gullies of the
granite hills, and the valleys deeply covered with snow, gave the
whole scene a decidedly Arctic appearance. I noticed that my Indian
packers, in following a trail on snow, whether it was up hill, on a
level, or even a slight descent, always stepped in each other's tracks,
and hence our large party made a trail that at first glance looked
as if only five or six had passed over; but when going down a steep
descent, especially on soft snow, each one made his own trail, and they
scattered out over many yards in width. I could not but be impressed
with the idea that this was worth considering should it ever be
necessary to estimate their numbers. From the little crater-like lake
at the very head of the Yukon, the trail leads through a valley that
converges to a gorge; and while crossing the snow in this ravine we
could hear the running water gurgling under the snow bridge on which we
were walking. Further down the little valley, as it opened at a point
where these snow-arches were too wide to support their weight, they
had tumbled into the stream, showing in many places abutments of deep
perpendicular snow-banks often twenty to twenty-five feet in height.
Where the river banks were of stone and perpendicular the packers were
forced to pass over the projecting abutments of snow, undermined by
the swift stream. It was hazardous for many to attempt the passage
over the frail structure at the same time. Passing by a few small
picturesque lakes on our left, some still containing floating cakes of
ice, we caught sight of the main lake in the afternoon, and in a few
hours were upon its banks at a point where a beautiful mountain stream
came tumbling in, with enough swift water to necessitate crossing
on a log. Near the Crater Lake a curlew and a swallow were seen,
and a small black bear cub was the only other living thing visible,
although mountain goats were abundant a short distance back in the high
hills. We had gotten into camp quite late in the evening and here the
contracts with our Indian packers expired.

Imagine my surprise, after a fatiguing march of thirteen miles that had
required fourteen hours to accomplish, and was fully equal to forty
or fifty on any good road, at having the majority of my packers, men
and boys, demand payment at once with the view of an immediate return.
Some of them assured me they would make the mouth of the Dayay before
stopping, and would then only stay for a short rest. It should be
remembered that we were so far north and the sun so near his northern
solstice that it was light enough even at midnight, for traveling
purposes, especially on the white snow of the worst portion of the
journey, Perrier Pass. I had no reason to doubt their assurances, and
afterward learned that one of them went through to the mission without
stopping, in spite of a furious gale which was raging on the Dayay and
Chilkoot Inlets.




CHAPTER V.

ALONG THE LAKES.


[Illustration: IN A STORM ON THE LAKES.]

This large lake near the head of the Yukon I named in honor of Dr.
Lindeman, of the Bremen Geographical Society. The country thus far,
including the lake, had already received a most thorough exploration
at the hands of Dr. Aurel Krause and Dr. Arthur Krause, two German
scientists, heretofore sent out by the above named society, but I was
not aware of the fact at that time. Looking out upon Lake Lindeman a
most beautiful Alpine-like sheet of water was presented to our view.
The scene was made more picturesque by the mountain creek, of which
I have spoken, and over which a green willow tree was supposed to do
duty as a foot-log. My first attempt to pass over this tree caused it
to sink down into the rushing waters and was much more interesting
to the spectators than to me. Lake Lindeman is about ten miles long,
and from one to one and a-half wide, and in appearance is not unlike
a portion of one of the broad inland passages of south-eastern Alaska
already described. Fish were absent from these glacier-fed streams and
lakes, or at least they were not to be enticed by any of the standard
allurements of the fishermen's wiles, but we managed to kill a few
dusky grouse and green-winged teal ducks to vary the usual government
ration; though all were tough beyond measure, it being so near their
breeding season.

Over the lake, on quiet days, were seen many gulls, and the graceful
little Arctic tern, which I recognized as an old companion on the
Atlantic side. A ramble among the woods next day to search for raft
timber revealed a number of bear, caribou and other game tracks,
but nothing could be seen of their authors. A small flock of pretty
harlequin ducks gave us a long but unsuccessful shot. The lakes of the
interior, of which there were many, bordered by swampy tracts, supplied
Roth, our cook, with a couple of green-winged teal, duck and drake, as
the reward of a late evening stroll, for, as I have said, it was light
enough at midnight to allow us to shoot, at any rate with a shot-gun.

While the lakes were in many places bordered with swampy tracts, the
land away from them was quite passable for walking, the great obstacle
being the large amount of fallen timber that covered the ground in all
directions. The area of bog, ubiquitous beyond the Kotusk range, was
now confined to the shores of the lakes and to streams emerging from or
emptying into them, and while these were numerous enough to a person
desiring to hold a straight course for a considerable distance, the
walking was bearable compared with previous experience.

Two of the _Tahk-heesh_ or "Stick" Indians, who had come with us as
packers, had stored away in this vicinity under the willows of the
lake's beach, a couple of the most dilapidated looking craft that
ever were seen. To call them canoes, indeed, was a strain upon our
consciences. The only theory to account for their keeping afloat at all
was that of the Irishman in the story, "that for every hole where the
water could come in there were a half a dozen where it could run out."
These canoes are made of a species of poplar, and are generally called
"cottonwood canoes;" and as the trees from which they are made are
not very large, the material "runs out" so to speak, along the waist
or middle of the canoe, where a greater quantity is required to reach
around, and this deficiency is made up by substituting batten-like
strips of thin wood tacked or sewed on as gunwales, and calking the
crevices well with gum. At bow and stern some rude attempt is made
to warp them into canoe lines, and in doing this many cracks are
developed, all of which are smeared with spruce gum. The thin bottom is
a perfect gridiron of slits, all closed with gum, and the proportion
of gum increases with the canoe's age. These were the fragile craft
that were brought to me with a tender to transport my effects (nearly
three tons besides the _personnel_ of the expedition) almost the whole
length of the lake, fully seven or eight miles, and the owners had the
assurance to offer to do it in two days. I had no idea how far it was
to the northern end or outlet of Lake Lindeman, as I had spent too many
years of my life among Indians to attempt to deduce even an approximate
estimate from the assurances of the two "Sticks" that "it was just
around the point of land" to which they pointed and which may have been
four or five miles distant. I gave them, however, a couple of loads
of material that could be lost without serious damage, weighing three
hundred to four hundred pounds, and as I did not know the length of
the lake I thought I would await their return before attempting further
progress. Even if they could accomplish the bargain in double the time
they proposed I was quite willing to let them proceed, as I understood
the outlet of the lake was a narrow river full of cascades and rocks
through which, according to Indian reports, no raft of more than a few
logs could possibly float. I did not feel disposed to build a couple
of such cumbersome craft to traverse so short a distance. A southern
gale setting in shortly after their departure, with waves running on
the lake a foot or two high, was too terrible a storm for the rickety
little boats, and we did not see any thing of them or their owners
until three days later, when the men came creeping back overland--the
gale still raging--to explain matters which required no explanation.

[Illustration: LAKE LINDEMAN. CAPE KOLDEWEY ON THE RIGHT.

The view is taken from the upper (southern) end of Payer Portage,
looking (south) toward Kotusk Mountains. Perrier Pass is on the extreme
left wrapped in fog. Named after Captain Koldewey of the German Navy.]

In the meantime, having surmised the failure of our Indian contractors,
the best logs available, which were rather small ones of stunted spruce
and contorted pine, had been floated down the little stream and had
been tracked up and down along the shores of the lake, and a raft made
of the somewhat formidable dimensions of fifteen by thirty feet, with
an elevated deck amidships. The rope lashings used on the loads of the
Indian packers were put to duty in binding the logs together, but the
greatest reliance was placed in stout wooden pins which united them by
auger holes bored through both, the logs being cut or "saddled out"
where they joined, as is done at the corners of log cabins. A deck was
made on the corduroy plan of light seasoned pine poles, and high enough
to prevent ordinary sized waves from wetting the effects, while a pole
was rigged by mortising it into one of the central logs at the bottom
and supporting it by four guy ropes from the top, and from this was
suspended a wall tent as a sail, the ridge pole being the yard arm,
with tackling arranged to raise and lower it. A large bow and stern oar
with which to do the steering completed the rude craft. On the evening
of the 14th of June the raft was finished, when we found that, as a
number of us had surmised, it was not of sufficient buoyancy to hold
all our effects as well as the whole party of whites and natives.

The next day only three white men, Mr. Homan, Mr. McIntosh and Corporal
Shircliff, were placed in charge. About half the stores were put on the
deck, the raft swung by ropes into the swift current of the stream so
as to float it well out into the lake, and as the rude sail was spread
to the increasing wind, the primitive craft commenced a journey that
was destined to measure over thirteen hundred miles before the rough
ribs of knots and bark were laid to rest on the great river, nearly
half a thousand miles of whose secrets were given up to geographical
science through the medium of her staunch and trusty bones. As she
slowly obeyed her motive power, the wind began blowing harder and
harder, until the craft was pitching like a vessel laboring in an ocean
storm; but despite this the middle of the afternoon saw her rough
journey across the angry lake safely completed, and this without any
damage to her load worth noticing. The three men had had an extremely
hard time of it, and had been compelled to take down their wall tent
sail, for when this was lashed down over the stores on the deck to
protect them from the deluge of flying spray breaking up over the
stern there was ample surface presented to the furious gale to drive
them along at a good round pace, especially when near the bold rocky
shores, where all their vigilance and muscle were needed to keep them
from being dashed to pieces in the rolling breakers. They had started
with a half dozen or so good stout poles, but in using them over the
rocks on the bottom one would occasionally cramp between a couple of
submerged stones and be wrested violently from their hands as the raft
swept swiftly by before it could be extricated. The remainder of the
_personnel_, white and native, scrambled over the rough precipitous
mountain spurs on the eastern side of the lake, wading through bog
and tangled underbrush, then up steep slippery granite rocks on to
the ridge tops bristling with fallen burned timber, or occasionally
steadying themselves on some slight log that crossed a deep cañon,
whose bed held a rushing stream where nothing less than a trout could
live for a minute, the one common suffering every where being from the
mosquitoes. The rest of the stores not taken on the raft found their
way along slowly by means of the two dilapidated canoes, previously
described, in the hands of our own Indians.

As we neared Camp 7, at the outlet of Lake Lindeman, on the overland
trail we occasionally met with little openings that might be described
by an imaginative person as _prairies_, and for long stretches, that
is, two and three hundred yards, the walking would really be pleasant.

An inspection of the locality showed that the lake we had just passed
was drained by a small river averaging from fifty to seventy-five feet
in width and a little over a mile long. It was for nearly the whole
length a repetition of shallow rapids, shoals, cascades, ugly-looking
bowlders, bars and network of drift-timber. At about the middle of its
course the worst cascade was split by a huge projecting bowlder, just
at a sudden bend of the stream, and either channel was barely large
enough to allow the raft to pass if it came end on, and remained so
while going through, otherwise it would be sure to jam. Through this
narrow chute of water the raft was "shot" the next day--June 16th--and
although our predictions were verified at this cascade, a few minutes'
energetic work sufficed to clear it, with the loss of a side-log or
two, and all were glad to see it towed and anchored alongside the
gravelly beach on the new lake, with so little damage received. Here
we at once commenced enlarging its dimensions on a scale commensurate
with the carrying of our entire load, both _personnel_ and _materiel_.
Around this unnavigable and short river the Indian packers and
traders portage their goods when making their way into the interior,
there being a good trail on the eastern side of the stream, which,
barring a few sandy stretches, connects the two lakes. I called these
rapids and the portage Payer Portage, after Lieutenant Payer, of the
Austro-Hungarian expedition of 1872-74.

By the 17th of June, at midnight, it was light enough to read print,
of the size of that before my readers, and so continued throughout the
month, except on very cloudy nights. Many bands of pretty harlequin
ducks were noticed in the Payer Rapids, which seemed to be their
favorite resort, the birds rarely appearing in the lakes, and always
near the point at which some swift stream entered the smoother water.
Black and brown bears and caribou tracks were seen in the valley of a
small stream that here came in from the west. This valley was a most
picturesque one as viewed from the Payer Portage looking westward, and
was quite typical of the little Alpine valleys of this locality. I
named it after Mr. Homan, the topographer of the expedition. We were
quite fortunate in finding a number of fallen logs, sound and seasoned,
which were much larger than any in our raft, the only trouble being
that they were not long enough. All of the large trees tapered rapidly,
and at the height of twenty or twenty-five feet a tree was reduced to
the size of the largest of its numerous limbs, so that it did not offer
surface enough at the small end to use with safety as the side-log or
bottom-log of a well-constructed craft. We soon had a goodly number
of them sawed in proper lengths, or, at any rate, as long as we could
get them, their numerous limbs hacked off, and then, with much labor,
we made log-ways through the brush and network of trunks, by means of
which we plunged them into the swift river when they were floated down
to the raft's position. One of the delights of this raft-making was
our having to stand a greater part of the day in ice-water just off
the mountain tops, and in strange contrast with this annoyance, the
mosquitoes would come buzzing around and making work almost impossible
by their attacks upon our heads, while at the same time our feet would
be freezing. When the larger logs were secured, they were built into
the raft on a plan of fifteen by forty feet; but, taking into account
the projections outside of the corner pins, the actual dimensions were
sixteen by forty-two. These were never afterward changed.

Two elevated decks were now constructed, separated by a lower central
space, where two cumbersome oars might be rigged, that made it possible
to row the ponderous craft at the rate of nearly a mile an hour, and
these side-oars were afterward used quite often to reach some camping
place on the beach of a lake when the wind had failed us or set in
ahead. The bow and stern steering-oars were still retained, and we thus
had surplus oars for either service, in case of accident, for the two
services were never employed at once under any circumstances. There was
only one fault with the new construction, and that was that none of
the logs extended the whole length of the raft, and the affair rather
resembled a pair of rafts, slightly dove-tailed at the point of union,
than a single raft of substantial build.

The new lake on which we found ourselves was named Lake Bennett, after
Mr. James Gordon Bennett, a well-known patron of American geographical
research. While we were here a couple of canoes of the same dilapidated
kind as those we saw on Lake Lindeman came down Lake Bennett, holding
twice as many Tahk-heesh Indians who begged for work, and whom we
put to use in various ways. I noticed that one of them stammered
considerably, the first Indian I ever met with an impediment in his
speech.

Among my Chilkat packers I also noticed one that was deaf and dumb,
and several who were afflicted with cataract in the eye, but none were
affected with the latter disease to the extent I had observed among
the Eskimo, with whom I believe it is caused by repeated attacks of
snow-blindness.

[Illustration: LAKE BENNETT FROM PAYER PORTAGE.

Iron-capped mountains on the right, covered with fog.]

On the summits of high mountains to the right, or eastward of Lake
Bennett, were the familiar blue-ice glaciers, but in charming relief to
these were the red rocks and ridges that protruded amid them. Specimens
of rocks very similar in color were found on the lake beach and in the
terminal moraines of the little glaciers that came down the gulches,
and these having shown iron as their coloring matter, I gave to this
bold range the name of the Iron-capped Mountains.

On the morning of the 19th of June the constructors reported that their
work was done, and the raft was immediately hauled in closer to shore,
the load put on and carefully adjusted with reference to an equitable
weight, the bow and stern lines cast loose, and after rowing through a
winding channel to get past the shallow mudflats deposited by the two
streams which emptied themselves near here, the old wall tent was again
spread from its ridge-pole, lashed to the top of the rude mast, and our
journey was resumed.

The scenery along this part of Lake Bennett is very much like the
inland passages of Alaska, except that there is much less timber on the
hills.

I had started with four Chilkat Indians, who were to go over the
whole length of the Yukon with me. One of them was always complaining
of severe illness, with such a wonderful adaptation to the amount
of labor on hand that I discharged him at Lake Bennett as the only
method of breaking up the coincidence. The best workman among them
discharged himself by disappearing with a hatchet and an ax, and I was
left with but two, neither of whom, properly speaking, could be called
a Chilkat Indian; in fact one was a half-breed Tlinkit interpreter,
"Billy" Dickinson by name, whose mother had been a Tsimpsean Indian
woman and whose father kept the store of the North-west Trading
Company in Chilkat Inlet. "Billy," as we always called him, was a
rather good-looking young fellow of about twenty-five years, who
understood the Tlinkit language thoroughly, but had the fault of
nearly all interpreters of mixed blood, that when called on for duty
he considered himself as one of the high contracting parties to the
bargain to be made; a sort of agent instead of an interpreter, and
being a wonderfully poor agent he became still worse as an interpreter.
He was as strong as two or three ordinary men of his build and in any
sort of an emergency with a sprinkle of dangerous excitement about
it he put all his strength to use and proved invaluable, but in the
hum-drum, monotonous work of the trip, such as the steering of the raft
or other continuous labor, his Indian nature came to the front, and he
did every thing in the world on the outskirts of the work required,
but would not be brought down to the main issue until compelled to do
so by the application of strong language. Our other native companion
was named _Indianne_, a Chilkat Tahk-heesh Indian, whose familiarity
with the latter language, through his mother, a Tahk-heesh squaw, made
him invaluable to us as an interpreter while in the country of this
tribe, which stretches to the site of old Fort Selkirk at the mouth
of the Pelly River. Physically, Indianne was not all that might be
required in an Indian, for they are generally supposed to do twice as
much out-of-door work as a white man, but he was well past fifty years
and such activity was hardly to be expected of him. Besides being a
Tahk-heesh, or Stick interpreter, he was fairly familiar with the
ground as a guide, having traveled over parts of it much oftener than
most Indians, owing to the demand for his services as an interpreter
among the Sticks. Through the medium of our two interpreters, and the
knowledge found in each tribe of the language of their neighbors,
we managed to get along on the river until English and Russian were
again encountered, although we occasionally had to use four or five
interpreters at once.

There was a fair wind in our favor as we started, but it was
accompanied with a disagreeable rain which made things very unpleasant,
as we had no sign of a cover on our open boat, nor could we raise one
in a strong wind. Under this wind we made about a mile and a half an
hour, and as it kept slowly increasing we dashed along at the noble
rate of two or two and a half miles an hour. This increasing wind,
however, also had its disadvantages, for on long, unprotected stretches
of the lake the water was swelling into waves that gave us no small
apprehension for our vessel. Not that we feared she might strike a
rock, or spring a leak, but that in her peculiar explorations she might
spread herself over the lake, and her crew and cargo over its bottom.
By three in the afternoon the waves were dashing high over the stern,
and the raft having no logs running its entire length, was working in
the center like an accordion, and with as much distraction to us. Still
it was important to take advantage of every possible breath of wind in
the right direction while on the lakes; and we held the raft rigidly to
the north for about two hours longer, at which time a perfect hurricane
was howling, the high waves sweeping the rowing space so that no one
could stand on his feet in that part, much less sit down to the oars,
and as a few of the faithful pins commenced snapping, we headed the
vessel for the eastern shore at as sharp an angle as it was possible
to make running before the wind, and which I do not think was over two
points of the compass, equal to an angle of about twenty degrees.

This course brought us in time to a rough, rocky beach strewn with big
bowlders along the water's edge, over which the waves were dashing
in a boiling sheet of water that looked threatening enough; but a
line was gotten ashore through the surf with the aid of a canoe, and
while a number of the crew kept the raft off the rocks with poles,
the remainder of the party tracked it back about a half a mile along
the slippery stones of the beach, to a crescent-shaped cove sheltered
from the waves and wind, where it was anchored near the beach. We at
once began looking around for a sufficient number of long logs to run
the whole length of the raft, a search in which we were conspicuously
successful, for the timber skirting the little cove was the largest and
best adapted for raft repairing of any we saw for many hundred miles
along the lakes. Four quite large trees were found, and all the next
day, the 20th, was occupied in cutting them down, clearing a way for
them through the timber to the shore of the lake, and prying, pulling,
and pushing them there, and then incorporating them into the raft. Two
were used for the side logs and two for the center, and when we had
finished our task it was evident that a much needed improvement had
been made. It was just made in time, too, for many of our tools were
rapidly going to pieces; the last auger had slipped the nut that held
it in the handle, so that it could not be withdrawn from the logs to
clear it of the shavings, but a small hand-vise was firmly screwed on
as a substitute, and this too lost its hold and fell overboard on the
outer edge of the raft in eight or ten feet of water, and ice-water
at that. A magnet of fair size was lashed on the end of a long pole,
and we fished for the invisible implement, but without avail. "Billy"
Dickinson, our half-breed Chilkat interpreter, of his own free will and
accord, then stripped himself and dived down into the ice-cold water
and discovered that near the spot where it had sunk was a precipitous
bank of an unknown depth, down which it had probably rolled, otherwise
the magnet would have secured it. Other means were employed and we got
along without it.

The day we spent in repairing the raft a good, strong, steady wind from
the south kept us all day in a state of perfect irritation at the loss
of so much good motive power, but we consoled ourselves by observing
that it did us one service at least--no mean one, however--in keeping
the mosquitoes quiet during our labors.

Across Lake Bennett to the north-westward was a very prominent cape,
brought out in bold relief by the valley of a picturesque stream,
which emptied itself just beyond. I called it Prejevalsky Point after
the well-known Russian explorer, while the stream was called Wheaton
River after Brevet Major-General Frank Wheaton, U. S. Army, at the time
commanding the Military Department (of the Columbia) in which Alaska is
comprised, and to whose efforts and generosity the ample outfit of the
expedition was due.

On the 21st we again started early, with a good breeze behind us
that on the long stretches gave us quite heavy seas, which tested the
raft very thoroughly, and with a result much to our satisfaction. It
no longer conformed to the surface of the long swelling waves, but
remained rigidly intact, the helmsman at the steering oar getting
considerably splashed as a consequence. The red rocks and ridges of
the ice-covered mountain tops that I have mentioned finally culminated
in one bold, beetling pinnacle, well isolated from the rest, and quite
noticeable for many miles along the lake from either direction. This I
named Richards' Rock, after Vice-Admiral Richards, of the Royal Navy.
The country was becoming a little more open as we neared the northern
end of Lake Bennett, and, indeed, more picturesque in its relief to
the monotonous grandeur of the mountain scenery. Lake Bennett is
thirty miles long. At its north-western extremity a couple of streams
disembogue, forming a wide, flat and conspicuous valley that, as we
approached it, we all anticipated would prove our outlet. Several well
marked conical buttes spring from this valley, and these with the
distant mountains give it a very picturesque appearance, its largest
river being sixty to seventy-five yards wide, but quite shallow. It
received the name of Watson Valley, for Professor Sereno Watson, of
Harvard University.

About five o'clock the northern end or outlet of the lake was reached.
As the sail was lowered, and we entered a river from one hundred to two
hundred yards wide, and started forward at a speed of three or four
miles an hour--a pace which seemed ten times as fast as our progress
upon the lake, since, from our proximity to the shore, our relative
motion was more clearly indicated, our spirits ascended, and the
prospects of our future journey when we should be rid of the lakes were
joyfully discussed, and the subject was not exhausted when we grounded
and ran upon a mud flat that took us two hours of hard work to get
clear of. This short stretch of the draining river of Lake Bennett,
nearly two miles long, is called by the natives of the country "the
place where the caribou cross," and appears on the map as Caribou
Crossing.

At certain seasons of the year, so the Tahk-heesh Indians say, these
caribou--the woodland reindeer--pass over this part of the river in
large numbers in their migrations to the different feeding grounds,
supplied and withdrawn in turn by the changing seasons, and ford its
wide shallow current, passing backward and forward through Watson
Valley. Unfortunately for our party neither of these crossings occurred
at this time of the year, although a dejected camp of two Tahk-heesh
families not far away from ours (No. 10) had a very ancient reindeer
ham hanging in front of their brush tent, which, however, we did not
care to buy. The numerous tracks of the animals, some apparently as
large as oxen, confirmed the Indian stories, and as I looked at our
skeleton game score and our provisions of Government bacon, I wished
sincerely that June was one of the months of the reindeers' migration,
and the 21st or 22d about the period of its culmination.

The very few Indians living in this part of the country--the
"Sticks"--subsist mostly on these animals and on mountain goats, with
now and then a wandering moose, and more frequently a black bear. One
would expect to find such followers of the chase the very hardiest
of all Indians, in compliance with the rule that prevails in most
countries, by which the hunter excels the fisherman, but this does not
seem to be the case along this great river. Here, indeed, it appears
that the further down the stream the Indian lives, and the more he
subsists on fish, the hardier, the more robust, the more self-asserting
and impudent he becomes.

After prying our raft off the soft mud flat we again spread our sail
for the beach of the little lake and went into camp, after having been
on the water (or in it) for over thirteen hours.

The country was now decidedly more open, and it was evident that we
were getting out of the mountains. Many level spots appeared, the hills
were less steep and the snow was melting from their tops. Pretty wild
rose-blossoms were found along the banks of the beach, with many wild
onions with which we stuffed the wrought-iron grouse that we killed,
and altogether there was a general change of verdure for the better.
There were even a number of rheumatic grasshoppers which feebly jumped
along in the cold Alpine air, as if to tempt us to go fishing, in
remembrance of the methods of our boyhood's days, and in fact every
thing that we needed for that recreation was to be had except the fish.
Although this lake (Lake Nares, after Sir George Nares) was but three
or four miles long, its eastern trend delayed us three days before we
got a favorable wind, the banks not being good for tracking the raft.
Our old friend, the steady summer south wind, still continued, but
was really a hindrance to our progress on an eastern course. Although
small, Lake Nares was one of the prettiest in the lacustrine chain,
owing to the greater openness of country on its banks. Grand terraces
stretching in beautiful symmetry along each side of the lake plainly
showed its ancient levels, these terraces reaching nearly to the tops
of the hills, and looking as if some huge giant had used them as
stairways over the mountains. Similar but less conspicuous terraces had
been noticed on the northern shores of Lake Bennett.

Although we could catch no fish while fishing with bait or flies, yet
a number of trout lines put out over night in Lake Nares rewarded us
with a large salmon trout, the first fish we had caught on the trip. I
have spoken of the delay on this little lake on account of its eastward
trend, and the next lake kept up the unfavorable course, and we did not
get off this short eastern stretch of ten or fifteen miles for five or
six days, so baffling was the wind. Of course, these protracted delays
gave us many chances for rambles around the country, some of which we
improved.

Everywhere we came in contact with the grouse of these regions, all of
them with broods of varying numbers, and while the little chicks went
scurrying through the grass and brush in search of a hiding place,
the old ones walked along in front of the intruder, often but a few
feet away, seemingly less devoid of fear than the common barn fowls,
although probably they had never heard a shot fired.

The Doctor and I sat down to rest on a large rock with a perturbed
mother grouse on another not over three yards away, and we could
inspect her plumage and study her actions as well as if she had been in
a cage. The temptation to kill them was very great after having been so
long without fresh meat, a subsistence the appetite loudly demands in
the rough out-of-door life of an explorer. A mess of them ruthlessly
destroyed by our Indian hunters, who had no fears of the game law, no
sportsman's qualms of conscience, nor in fact compassion of any sort,
lowered our desire to zero, for they were tougher than leather, and
as tasteless as shavings; and after that first mess we were perfectly
willing to allow them all the rights guaranteed by the game laws of
lower latitudes.

[Illustration: CARVED PINS FOR FASTENING MARMOT SNARES.]

Quite a number of marmots were seen by our Indians, and the hillsides
were dotted with their holes. The Indians catch them for fur and food
(in fact, every thing living is used by the Indians for the latter
purpose) by means of running nooses put over their holes, which choke
the little animal to death as he tries to quit his underground home. A
finely split raven quill, running the whole length of the rib of the
feather, is used for the noose proper and the instant this is sprung
it closes by its own flexibility. The rest is a sinew string tied to
a bush near the hole if one be convenient, otherwise to a peg driven
in the ground. Sometimes they employ a little of the large amount of
leisure time they have on their hands in cutting these pegs into
fanciful and totemic designs, although in this respect the Sticks, as
in every thing else pertaining to the savage arts, are usually much
inferior to the Chilkats in these displays, and the illustrations give
on page 112 are characteristic rather of the latter tribe than of the
former. Nearly all the blankets of this Tahk-heesh tribe of Indians
are made from these marmot skins, and they are exceedingly light
considering their warmth. Much of the warmth, however, is lost by the
ventilated condition in which the wearers maintain them, as it costs
labor to mend them, but none to sit around and shiver.

The few Tahk-heesh who had been camped near us at Caribou Crossing
suddenly disappeared the night after we camped on the little lake, and
as our "gum canoe" that we towed along behind the raft and used for
emergencies, faded from view at the same eclipse, we were forced to
associate the events together and set these fellows down as subject
to kleptomania. Nor should I be too severe either, for the canoe had
been picked up by us on Lake Lindeman as a vagrant, and it certainly
looked the character in every respect, therefore we could not show the
clearest title in the world to the dilapidated craft. It was a very
fortunate circumstance that we were not worried for the use of a canoe
afterward until we could purchase a substitute, although we hardly
thought such a thing possible at the time, so much had we used the one
that ran away with our friends.

The 23d of June we got across the little lake (Nares), the wind dying
down as we went through its short draining river, having made only
three miles.

The next day, the 24th, the wind seemed to keep swinging around in
a circle, and although we made five miles, I think we made as many
landings, so often did the wind fail us or set in ahead.

This new lake I called after Lieutenant Bove of the Italian navy. Here
too, the mountainous shores were carved into a series of terraces
rising one above the other, which probably indicated the ancient
beaches of the lake when its outlet was closed at a much higher level
than at present, and when great bodies of ice on their surface plowed
up the beach into these terraces. This new lake was nine miles long.
The next day again we had the same fight with a battling wind from half
past six in the morning until after nine at night, nearly seventeen
hours, but we managed to make twelve miles, and better than all, regain
our old course pointing northward. During one of these temporary
landings on the shores of Lake Bove our Indians amused themselves in
wasting government matches, articles which they had never seen in such
profusion before, and in a little while they succeeded in getting some
dead and fallen spruce trees on fire, and these communicating to the
living ones above them, soon sent up great billows of dense resinous
smoke that must have been visible for miles, and which lasted for
a number of minutes after we had left. Before camping that evening
we could see a very distant smoke, apparently six or seven miles
ahead, but really ten or twenty, which our Indians told us was an
answering smoke to them, the Tahk-heesh, who kindled the second fire,
evidently thinking that they were Chilkat traders in their country,
this being a frequent signal among them as a means of announcing their
approach, when engaged in trading. It was worthy of note as marking
the existence of this primitive method of signaling, so common among
some of the Indian tribes of the plains, among these far-off savages,
but I was unable to ascertain whether they carried it to such a degree
of intricacy with respect to the different meanings of compound smokes
either as to number or relative intervals of time or space. It is very
doubtful if they do, as the necessity for such complex signals can
hardly arise.

This new lake on which we had taken up our northward course, and which
is about eighteen miles long, is called by the Indians of the country
Tahk-o (each lake and connecting length of river has a different name
with them), and, I understand, receives a river coming in from the
south, which, followed up to one of its sources, gives a mountain pass
to another river emptying into the inland estuaries of the Pacific
Ocean. It is said by the Indians to be smaller than the one we had just
come over, and therefore we might consider that we were on the Yukon
proper thus far.

Lake Tahk-o and Lake Bove are almost a single sheet, separated only
by a narrow strait formed by a point of remarkable length (Point
Perthes, after Justus Perthes of Gotha), which juts nearly across to
the opposite shore. It is almost covered with limestones, some of them
almost true marble in their whiteness, a circumstance which gives a
decided hue to the cape even when seen at a distance.

[Illustration: LOOKING ACROSS LAKE BOVE FROM PERTHES POINT.

Field Peak in the far distance. (Named for Hon. David Dudley Field.)]

Leaving the raft alongside the beach of Lake Tahk-o at our only camping
place on it (Camp No. 13), a short stroll along its shores revealed
a great number of long, well-trimmed logs that strongly resembled
telegraph poles, and would have sold for those necessary nuisances in
a civilized country. They were finally made out to be the logs used by
the Indians in rafting down the stream, and well-trimmed by constant
attrition on the rough rocky beaches while held there by the storms.
Most of these were observed on the northern shores of the lakes, to
which the current through them, slight as it was, coupled with the
prevailing south wind, naturally drifts them. I afterward ascertained
that rafting was quite a usual thing along the head waters of the
Yukon, and that we were not pioneers in this rude art by any means,
although we had thought so from the direful prognostications they
were continually making as to our probable success with our own. The
"cottonwood" canoes already referred to are very scarce, there probably
not existing over ten or twelve along the whole length of the upper
river as far as old Fort Selkirk. Many of their journeys up the swift
stream are performed by the natives on foot, carrying their limited
necessities on their backs. Upon their return a small raft of from two
to six or eight logs is made, and they float down with the current in
the streams, and pole and sail across the lakes. By comparing these
logs with telegraph poles one has a good idea of the usual size of the
timber of these districts. The scarcity of good wooden canoes is also
partially explained by this smallness of the logs; while birch bark
canoes are unknown on the Yukon until the neighborhood of old Fort
Selkirk is reached.

This same Lake Tahk-o, or probably some lake very near it, had been
reached by an intrepid miner, a Mr. Byrnes, then in the employ of the
Western Union Telegraph Company. Many of my readers are probably not
acquainted with the fact that this corporation, at about the close
of our civil war, conceived the grand idea of uniting civilization
in the eastern and western continents by a telegraph line running by
way of Bering's Straits, and that a great deal of the preliminary
surveys and even a vast amount of the actual work had been completed
when the success of the Atlantic cable put a stop to the project.
The Yukon River had been carefully examined from its mouth as far as
old Fort Yukon (then a flourishing Hudson Bay Company post), some
one thousand miles from the mouth, and even roughly beyond, in their
interest, although it had previously been more or less known to the
Russian-American and Hudson Bay trading companies. Mr. Byrnes, a
practical miner from the Caribou mines of British Columbia, crossed the
Tahk-o Pass, already cited, got on one of the sources of the Yukon, and
as near as can be made out, descended it to the vicinity of the lake
of which I am writing. Here it appears he was recalled by a courier
sent on his trail and dispatched by the telegraph company, who were now
mournfully assisting in the jubilee of the Atlantic cable's success,
and he retraced his steps over the river and lakes, and returned to his
former occupation of mining.

Whether he ever furnished a map and a description of his journey,
so that it could be called an exploration, I do not know, but from
the books which purport to give a description of the country as
deduced from his travels, I should say not, considering their great
inaccuracy. One book, noticing his travels, and purporting to be a
faithful record of the telegraph explorers on the American side, said
that had Mr. Byrnes continued his trip only a day and a half further
in the light birch-bark canoes of the country, he would have reached
old Fort Selkirk, and thus completed the exploration of the Yukon. Had
he reached the site of old Fort Selkirk, he certainly would have had
the credit, had he recorded it, however rough his notes may have been,
but he would never have done so in the light birch-bark canoes of the
country, for the conclusive reason that they do not exist, as already
stated; and as to doing it in a day and a half, our measurements from
Lake Tahk-o to Fort Selkirk show nearly four hundred and fifty miles,
and observations proved that the Indians seldom exceed a journey of
six hours in their cramped wooden craft, so that his progress would
necessarily have demanded a speed of nearly fifty miles an hour. At
this rate of canoeing along the whole river, across Bering Sea and up
the Amoor River, the telegraph company need not have completed their
line along this part, but might simply have turned their dispatch over
to these rapid couriers, and they would have only been a few hours
behind the telegraph dispatch if it had been worked as slowly as it is
now in the interest of the public.

We passed out of Lake Tahk-o a little after two o'clock in the
afternoon of the 26th of June, and entered the first considerable
stretch of river that we had yet met with on the trip, about nine
miles long. We quitted the river at five o'clock, which was quite an
improvement on our lake traveling even at its best. The first part of
this short river stretch is full of dangerous rocks and bowlders, as is
also the lower portion of Tahk-o Lake.

On the right bank of the river, about four miles from the entrance,
we saw a tolerably well-built "Stick" Indian house. Near it in the
water was a swamped Indian canoe which one of our natives bailed out
in a manner as novel as it was effectual. Grasping it on one side, and
about the center, a rocking motion, fore and aft, was kept up, the
bailer waiting until the recurrent wave was just striking the depressed
end of the boat, and as this was repeated the canoe was slowly lifted
until it stood at his waist with not enough water in it to sink an
oyster can. This occupied a space of time not much greater than it
has taken to relate it. This house was deserted, but evidently only
for a while, as a great deal of its owner's material of the chase and
the fishery was still to be seen hanging inside on the rafters. Among
these were a great number of dried salmon, one of the staple articles
of food that now begin to appear on this part of the great river,
nearly two thousand miles from its mouth. This salmon, when dried
before putrefaction sets in, is tolerable, ranking somewhere between
Limburger cheese and walrus hide. Collecting some of it occasionally
from Indian fishermen as we floated by, we would use it as a lunch in
homeopathic quantities until some of us got so far as to imagine that
we really liked it. If smoked, this salmon is quite good, but by far
the larger amount is dried in the open air, and, Indian like, the best
is first served and soon disappears.

Floating down the river, and coming near any of the low marshy points,
we were at once visited by myriads of small black gnats which formed a
very unsolicited addition to the millions of mosquitoes, the number of
which did not diminish in the least as we descended the river. The only
protection from them was in being well out from land, with a good wind
blowing, or when forced to camp on shore a heavy resinous smoke would
often disperse a large part of them.

When we camped that evening on the new lake the signal smoke of the
Tahk-heesh Indians--if it was one--was still burning, at least some six
or seven miles ahead of us, which showed how much we had been mistaken
in estimating its distance the day before. A tree has something
definite in its size, and even a butte or mountain peak has something
tangible on which a person can base a calculation for distance,
but when one comes down to a distant smoke I think the greatest
indefiniteness has been reached, especially when one wants to estimate
its distance. I had often observed this before, when on the plains,
where it is still worse than in a hilly country, where one can at least
perceive that the smoke is beyond the hill, back of which it rises, but
when often looking down an open river valley no such indications are to
be had. I remember when traveling through the sand hills of western
Nebraska that a smoke which was variously estimated to be from eight to
twelve or possibly fifteen miles away took us two days' long traveling
in an army ambulance, making thirty-five or forty miles a day, as the
winding road ran, to reach its site.

[Illustration: LOOKING SOUTHWARD FROM CAMP 14 ON LAKE MARSH

On the left is the Tahk-o Pass, on the right the Yukon Pass in the
mountains, directly over the point of land. Between this point and the
Yukon Pass can be seen the Yukon River coming into the lake.]

The shores of the new lake--which I named Lake Marsh, after Professor
O. C. Marsh, a well-known scientist of our country--was composed of all
sizes of clay stones jumbled together in confusion, and where the water
had reached and beat upon them it had reduced them to a sticky clay of
the consistency of thick mortar, not at all easy to walk through. This
mire, accompanied by a vast quantity of mud brought down by the streams
that emanated from grinding glaciers, and which could be distinguished
by the whiter color and impalpable character of its ingredients, nearly
filled the new lake, at least for wide strips along the shores where
it had been driven by the storms. Although drawing a little less than
two feet of water, the raft struck several times at distances from the
shore of from fifty to a hundred yards, and the only alternative was
to wade ashore in our rubber boots (the soft mud being deeper than the
water itself) and tie the raft by a long line whenever we wanted to
camp.

One night, while on this lake, a strong inshore breeze coming up, our
raft, while unloaded, was gradually lifted by the incoming high waves,
and brought a few inches further at a time, until a number of yards had
been made. The next morning when loaded and sunk deep into the mud,
the work we had to pry it off is more easily imagined than described,
but it taught us a lesson that we took to heart, and thereafter a
friendly <DW8> or two with a bar was generally given at the ends of the
cumbersome craft to pry it gradually into deeper water as the load
slowly weighed it down. When the wind was blowing vigorously from some
quarter--and it was only when it was blowing that we could set sail
and make any progress--these shallow mud banks would tinge the water
over them with a dirty white color that was in strong contrast with
the clear blue water over the deeper portion, and by closely watching
this well-defined line of demarcation when under sail, we could make
out the most favorable points at which to reach the bank, or approach
it as nearly as possible. This clear-cut outline between the whitened
water within its exterior edges and the deep blue water beyond, showed
in many places an extension of the deposits of from four hundred to
five hundred yards from the beach. It is probable that the areas of
water may vary in Lake Marsh at different seasons sufficiently to lay
bare these mud banks, or cover them so as to be navigable for small
boats; but at the time of our visit there seemed to be a most wonderful
uniformity in the depth of the water over them in every part of the
lake, it being about eighteen inches.

Camping on the lakes was generally quite an easy affair. There was
always plenty of wood, and, of course, water everywhere, the clear,
cold mountain springs occurring every few hundred yards if the lake
water was too muddy; so that about all that we needed was a dry place
large enough to pitch a couple of tents for the white people and a tent
fly for the Indians, but simple as the latter seemed, it was very often
quite difficult to obtain. It was seldom that we found places where
tent pins could be driven in the ground, and when rocks large enough to
do duty as pins, or fallen timber or brush for the same purpose could
not be had, we generally put the tent under us, spread our blankets
upon it, crawled in and went to sleep. The greatest comfort in pitching
our tent was in keeping out the mosquitoes, for then we could spread
our mosquito bars with some show of success, although the constantly
recurring light rains made us often regret that we had made a bivouac,
not particularly on account of the slight wettings we got, but because
of our constant fear that the rain was going to be much worse in
reality than it ever proved to be. I defy any one to sleep in the open
air with only a blanket or two over him and have a great black cloud
sprinkle a dozen drops of rain or so in his face and not imagine the
deluge was coming next. I have tried it off and on for nearly twenty
years, and have not got over the feeling yet. If, after camping, a
storm threatened, a couple of stout skids were placed fore and aft
under the logs of the raft nearest the shore to prevent their breaking
off as they bumped on the beach in the waves of the surf, a monotonous
music that lulled us to sleep on many a stormy night. The baggage on
the raft, like that in an army wagon or upon a pack train of mules, in
a few days so assorted itself that the part necessary for the night's
camping was always the handiest, and but a few minutes were required
after landing until the evening meal was ready.

So important was it to make the entire length of the river (over 2000
miles) within the short interval between the date of our starting and
the probable date of departure of the last vessel from St. Michaels,
near the mouth of the river, that but little time was left for rambles
through the country, and much as I desired to take a hunt inland, and
still more to make an examination of the country at various points
along the great river, I constantly feared that by so doing I might
be compromising our chances of getting out of the country before
winter should effectually forbid it. Therefore, from the very start
it was one constant fight against time to avoid such an unwished for
contingency, and thus we could avail ourselves of but few opportunities
for exploring the interior.

On the 28th of June a fair breeze on Lake Marsh continuing past
sunset (an unusual occurrence), we kept on our way until well after
midnight before the wind died out. At midnight it was light enough
to read common print and I spent some time about then in working out
certain astronomical observations. Venus was the only star that was
dimly visible in the unclouded sky. Lake Marsh was the first water
that we could trust in which to take a bath, and even there--and for
that matter it was the same along the entire river--bathing was only
possible on still, warm, sunny days.

Below old Fort Selkirk on the Yukon, at the mouth of the White River
(so-called on account of its white muddy water), bathing is almost
undesirable on account of the large amount of sediment contained in the
water; its swift current allowing it to hold much more than any river
of the western <DW72> known to me, while its muddy banks furnish a ready
base of supplies. Its temperature also seldom reaches the point that
will allow one to plunge in all over with any degree of comfort. One
annoyance in bathing in Lake Marsh during the warmer hours of the day
was the presence of a large fly, somewhat resembling the "horse-fly,"
but much larger and inflicting a bite that was proportionately more
severe. These flies made it necessary to keep constantly swinging a
towel in the air, and a momentary cessation of this exertion might be
punished by having a piece bitten out of one that a few days later
would look like an incipient boil. One of the party so bitten was
completely disabled for a week, and at the moment of infliction it was
hard to believe that one was not disabled for life. With these "horse"
flies, gnats and mosquitoes in such dense profusion, the Yukon Valley
is not held up as a paradise to future tourists.

The southern winds which had been blowing almost continuously since
we first spread our sail on Lake Lindeman, and which had been our
salvation while on the lakes, must prevail chiefly in this region,
as witness the manner in which the spruce and pine trees invariably
lean to the northward, especially where their isolated condition and
exposure on flat level tracts give the winds full play, to influence
their position. Near Lake Lindeman a dwarfed, contorted pine was
noticed, the fibers of which were not only twisted around its heart two
or three times, in a height of fifteen or twenty feet, but the heart
itself was twisted in a spiral like a corkscrew that made two or three
turns in its length, after which, as if to add confusion to disorder,
it was bent in a graceful sweep to the north to conform to the general
leaning of all the trees similarly exposed to the action of the winds.
There was a general brash condition of all the wood which was very
apparent when we started to make pins for binding the raft, while it
was seldom that a log was found large enough for cutting timber. The
little cove into which we put on the 19th of June, when chased by a
gale, by a singular freak of good fortune had just the logs we needed,
both as to length and size, to repair our raft, and I do not think
we saw a good chance again on the upper waters of the Yukon. Further
down, every island--and the Yukon has probably as many islands as any
half-dozen rivers of the same size in the world put together--has its
upper end covered with enough timber to build all the rafts a lively
party could construct in a summer.

Lake Marsh also had a few terraces visible on the eastern hillsides,
but they were nearer together and not so well marked as those we
observed on some of the lakes further back. Along these, however, were
pretty open prairies, covered with the dried, yellow grass of last
year, this summer's growth having evidently not yet forced its way
through the dense mass. More than one of us compared these prairies,
irregular as they seemed, with the stubble fields of wheat or oats
in more civilized climes. I have no doubt that they furnish good
grazing to mountain goats, caribou and moose, and would be sufficient
for cattle if they could keep on friendly terms with the mosquitoes.
According to the general terms of the survival of the fittest and the
growth of muscles the most used to the detriment of others, a band of
cattle inhabiting this district in the far future would be all tail and
no body unless the mosquitoes should experience a change of numbers.

[Illustration: TYPICAL TAHK-HEESH OR "STICK" INDIANS.

From sketches by Sergeant Gloster.]

At Marsh a few miserable "Stick" Indians put in an appearance, but not
a single thing could be obtained from them by our curiosity hunters.
A rough-looking pair of shell ear-rings in a small boy's possession
he instantly refused to exchange for the great consideration of
a jack-knife offered by a member of the party, who supposed the
ornaments to be purely local in character and of savage manufacture.
Another trinket was added to the jack-knife and still refused, and
additions were made to the original offer, until just to see if there
was any limit to the acquisitiveness of these people, a final offer was
made, I believe, of a double-barreled shot-gun with a thousand rounds
of ammunition, a gold watch, two sacks of flour and a camp stove, and
in refusing this the boy generously added the information that its
value to him was based on the fact that it had been received from the
Chilkats, who, in turn, had obtained it from the white traders.

A few scraggy half-starved dogs accompanied the party. An unconquerable
pugnacity was the principal characteristic of these animals, two of
them fighting until they were so exhausted that they had to lean up
against each other to rest. A dirty group of children of assorted sizes
completed the picture of one of the most dejected races of people on
the face of the earth. They visited their fish lines at the mouth of
the incoming river at the head of Lake Marsh, and caught enough fish to
keep body and soul together after a fashion. This method of fishing is
quite common in this part of the country, and at the mouth of a number
of streams, or where the main stream debouches into a lake, long willow
poles driven far enough into the mud to prevent their washing away are
often seen projecting upward and swayed back and forth by the force
of the current. On closer examination they reveal a sinew string tied
to them at about the water-line or a little above. They occasionally
did us good service as buoys, indicating the mud flats, which we could
thereby avoid, but the number of fish we ever saw taken off them was
not alarming. The majority of those caught are secured by means of the
double-pronged fish-spears, which were described on page 76. I never
observed any nets in the possession of the Tahk-heesh or "Sticks," but
my investigations in this respect were so slight that I might easily
have overlooked them. Among my trading material to be used for hiring
native help, fish-hooks were eagerly sought by all of the Indians,
until after White River was passed, at which point the Yukon becomes
too muddy for any kind of fishing with hook and line. Lines they were
not so eager to obtain, the common ones of sinew sufficiently serving
the purpose. No good bows or arrows were seen among them, their only
weapons being the stereotyped Hudson Bay Company flintlock smooth-bore
musket, the only kind of gun, I believe, throwing a ball that this
great trading company has ever issued since its foundation. They also
sell a cheap variety of double-barreled percussion-capped shot-gun,
which the natives buy, and loading them with ball--being about No. 12
or 14 gauge--find them superior to the muskets. Singular as it may
appear, these Indians, like the Eskimo I found around the northern
part of Hudson's Bay, prefer the flintlock to the percussion-cap gun,
probably for the reason that the latter depends on three articles of
trade--caps, powder and lead--while the former depends on but two of
these, and the chances of running short of ammunition when perhaps at
a distance of many weeks' journey from these supplies, are thereby
lessened. These old muskets are tolerably good at sixty to seventy
yards, and even reasonably dangerous at twice that distance. In all
their huntings these Indians contrive by that tact peculiar to savages
to get within this distance of moose, black bear and caribou, and thus
to earn a pretty fair subsistence the year round, having for summer a
diet of salmon with a few berries and roots.

The 28th we had on Lake Marsh a brisk rain and thunder shower, lasting
from 12.45 P.M. to 2.15 P.M., directly overhead, which was, I believe,
the first thunderstorm recorded on the Yukon, thunder being unknown
on the lower river, according to all accounts. Our Camp 15 was on a
soft, boggy shore covered with reeds, where a tent could not be pitched
and blankets could not be spread. The raft lay far out in the lake,
a hundred yards from the shore, across soft white mud, through which
one might sink in the water to one's middle. When to this predicament
the inevitable mosquitoes and a few rain showers are added, I judge
that our plight was about as disagreeable as could well be imagined.
Such features of the explorer's life, however, are seldom dwelt upon.
The northern shores of the lake are unusually flat and boggy. Our
primitive mode of navigation suffered also from the large banks of
"glacier mud" as we approached the lake's outlet. Most of this mud
was probably deposited by a large river, the McClintock (in honor of
Vice-Admiral Sir Leopold McClintock, R. N.), that here comes in from
the north-east--a river so large that we were in some doubt as to its
being the outlet, until its current settled the matter by carrying us
into the proper channel. A very conspicuous hill, bearing north-east
from Lake Marsh, was named Michie Mountain after Professor Michie of
West Point.




CHAPTER VI.

A CHAPTER ABOUT RAFTING.


[Illustration: "SNUBBING" THE RAFT.]

Lake Marsh gave us four days of variable sailing on its waters,
when, on the 29th of June, we emerged from it and once more felt the
exhilaration of a rapid course on a swift river, an exhilaration that
was not allowed to die rapidly away, by reason of the great amount
of exercise we had to go through in managing the raft in its many
eccentric phases of navigation. On the lakes, whether in storm or
still weather, one man stationed at the stern oar of the raft had been
sufficient, as long as he kept awake, nor was any great harm done if
he fell asleep in a quiet breeze, but once on the river an additional
oarsman at the bow sweep was imperatively needed, for at short turns or
sudden bends, or when hearing half-sunken bowlders or tangled masses of
driftwood, or bars of sand, mud or gravel, or while steering clear of
eddies and slack water, it was often necessary to do some very lively
work at both ends of the raft in swinging the ponderous contrivance
around to avoid these obstacles, and in the worst cases two or three
other men assisted the oarsmen in their difficult task. Just how much
strength a couple of strong men could put on a steering sweep was a
delicate matter to gauge, and too often in the most trying places our
experiments in testing the questions were failures, and with a sharp
snap the oar would part, a man or two would sit down violently without
stopping to pick out the most luxurious places, and the craft like
a wild animal unshackled would go plowing through the fallen timber
that lined the banks, or bring up on the bar or bowlder we had been
working hard to avoid. We slowly became practical oar makers, however,
and toward the latter part of the journey had some crude but effective
implements that defied annihilation.

As we leisurely and lazily crept along the lakes somebody would be
driving away _ennui_ by dressing down pins with a hatchet, boring holes
with an auger and driving pins with an ax, until by the time the lakes
were all passed I believe that no two logs crossed each other in the
raft that were not securely pinned at the point of juncture with at
least one pin, and if the logs were large ones with two or three. In
this manner our vessel was as solid as it was possible to make such
a craft, and would bring up against a bowlder with a shock and swing
dizzily around in a six or seven mile current with no more concern than
if it were a slab in a mill race.

I believe I have made the remark in a previous chapter that managing a
raft--at least our method of managing a raft--on a lake was a tolerably
simple affair, especially with a favorable wind, and to tell the truth,
one can not manage it at all except with a favorable wind. It was
certainly the height of simplicity when compared with its navigation
upon a river, although at first sight one might perhaps think the
reverse; at least I had thought so, and from the conversation of the
whites and Indians of south-eastern Alaska, I knew that their opinions
coincided with mine; but I was at length compelled to hold differently
from them in this matter, as in many others. Especially was this
navigation difficult on a swift river like the Yukon, and I know of
none that can maintain a flow of more even rapidity from source to
mouth than this great stream. It is not very hard to keep a raft or any
floating object in the center of the current of a stream, even if left
alone at times, but the number of things which present themselves from
time to time to drag it out of this channel seems marvelous.

Old watermen and rafting lumbermen know that while a river is rising
it is hard to keep the channel, even the driftwood created by the rise
clinging to the shores of the stream. Accordingly they are anxious
for the moment when this driftwood begins to float along the main
current and out in the middle of the stream, for then they know the
water is subsiding, and from that point it requires very little effort
to keep in the swiftest current. Should this drift matter be equally
distributed over the running water it is inferred that the river is
at "a standstill," as they say. An adept can closely judge of the
variations and stage of water by this means.

In a river with soft or earthy banks (and in going the whole length
of the Yukon, over two thousand miles, we saw several varieties of
shores), the swift current, in which one desires to keep when the
current is the motive power, nears the shores only at points or curves,
where it digs out the ground into steep perpendicular banks, which if
at all high make it impossible to find a camping place for the night,
and out of this swift current the raft had to be rowed to secure a camp
at evening, while breaking camp next morning we had to work it back
into the current again. Nothing could be more aggravating than after
leaving this swift current to find a camp, as evening fell, to see no
possible chance for such a place on the side we had chosen and to go
crawling along in slack water while trees and brushes swept rapidly
past borne on the swift waters we had quitted.

[Illustration: AMONG THE SWEEPERS.]

If the banks of a river are wooded--and no stream can show much denser
growth on its shores than the Yukon--the trees that are constantly
tumbling in from these places that are being undermined, and yet
hanging on by their roots, form a series of _chevaux de frise_ or
_abatis_, to which is given the backwoods cognomen of "sweepers," and
a man on the upper side of a raft plunging through them in a swift
current almost wishes himself a beaver or a muskrat so that he can dive
out and escape.

[Illustration: FIG. 1.]

[Illustration: FIG. 2.]

[Illustration: FIG. 3.]

Not only is the Yukon equally wooded on its banks with the average
rivers of the world, but this fringe of fallen timber is much greater
in quantity and more formidable in aspect than any found in the
temperate zones. I think I can explain this fact to the satisfaction of
my readers. Taking fig. 1 on this page as representing a cross-section
perpendicular to the trend of a bank of a river in our own climate, the
stumps ss representing trees which if undermined by the water as far as
c will generally fall in along the line cd, and carry away a few trees,
two or three at most, then, as the roots of no more than one such tree
are capable of holding it so as to form an _abatis_ along the bank,
trees so held will lean obliquely down stream and any floating object
will merely brush along on their tips without receiving serious damage.
Figure 2, above, represents a similar sketch of a cross-section on the
banks of the Yukon, especially along its numerous islands, these banks,
as we saw them, being generally from six to eight feet above the level
of the water. This is also about the depth to which the moist marshy
ground freezes solid during the intense cold of the Alaskan winter in
the interior districts, and the banks therefore have the tenacity of
ice to support them; and it is not until the water has excavated as far
as _c_ (five or six times as far as in Figure 1), that the overhanging
mass _csd_ becomes heavy enough to break off the projecting bank along
_cd_. This as a solid frozen body falls downward around the axis _c_,
being too heavy for the water to sweep away, it remains until thawed
out by the river water already but little above freezing, by reason
of the constant influx of glacier streams and from running between
frozen banks. I have roughly attempted to show this process in Fig. 3.
I think any one will acknowledge that the raft R, carried by a swift
current sweeping toward _c_ is not in a very desirable position. Such
a position is bad enough on any river which has but a single line of
trees along its scarp and trending down stream, but on the Yukon it is
unfortunately worse, with every branch and twig ferociously standing at
"charge bayonets," to resist any thing that floats that way. In Fig. 3,
the maximum is depicted just as the bank falls or shortly after; and it
requires but a few days, possibly a week or a fortnight, for all the
outer and most dangerous looking trees to be more or less thoroughly
swept away by the swift current, and a less bristling aspect presented,
the great half frozen mass acting somewhat as a breakwater to further
undermining of the bank for a long while. In many places along the
river, these excavations had gone so far that the bank seemed full of
deep gloomy caves; and as we drifted close by, we could see, and, on
quiet days hear, the dripping from the thawing surface, _c s_ (fig.
2). In other places the half polished surface of the ice in the frozen
ground could be seen in recent fractures as late as July, or even
August.

Often when camped in some desolate spot or floating lazily along,
having seen no inhabitants for days, we would be startled by the sound
of a distant gun-shot on the banks, which would excite our curiosity
to see the savage sportsman; but we soon came to trace these reports
to the right cause, that of falling banks, although not until after we
had several times been deceived. Once or twice we actually saw these
tremendous cavings in of the banks quite near us, and more frequently
than we wanted we floated almost underneath some that were not far from
the crisis of their fate, a fate which we thought might be precipitated
by some accidental collision of our making. By far the most critical
moment was when both the current and a strong wind set in against one
of these banks. On such occasions we were often compelled to tie up to
the bank and wait for better times, or if the danger was confined to a
short stretch we would fight it out until either the whole party was
exhausted or our object was attained.

Whenever an island was made out ahead and it appeared to be near
the course of our drifting, the conflicting guesses we indulged in
as to which shore of the island we should skirt would indicate the
difficulty of making a correct estimate. It takes a peculiarly well
practiced eye to follow with certainty the line of the current of the
stream from the bow of the raft beyond any obstruction in sight a
fair distance ahead, and on more than one occasion our hardest work
with the oars and poles was rewarded by finding ourselves on the very
bar or flat we had been striving to avoid. The position of the sun,
both vertical and horizontal, its brightness and the character of
the clouds, the clearness and swiftness of the water, the nature and
strength of the wind, however lightly it might be blowing, and a dozen
other circumstances had to be taken into account in order to solve this
apparently simple problem. If we could determine at what point in the
upper end of the island the current was parted upon either side (and
at any great distance this was often quite as difficult a problem as
the other), one could often make a correct guess by projecting a tree
directly beyond and over this point against the distant hills. If the
tree crept along these hills to the right, the raft might pass to the
left of the island, and vice versa; this would certainly happen if
the current was not deflected by some bar or shoal between the raft
and the island. And such shoals and bars of gravel, sand and mud are
very frequent obstructions in front of an island--at least it was so
on the Yukon--indeed the coincidence was too frequent to be without
significance. These bars and shoals were not merely prolongations from
the upper point of the island, but submerged islands, so to speak, just
in front of them, and between the two a steamboat could probably pass.
Using tall trees as guides to indicate on which side of the island the
raft might pass was, as I have said, not so easy as appears at first
sight, for unless the tree could be made out directly over the dividing
point of the current, all surmises were of little value. The tall
spruce trees on the right and left flanks of the island in sight were
always the most conspicuous, being fewer in number, and more prominent
in their isolation, than the dense growth of the center of the island,
as it was seen "end on" from above. People were very prone to use these
convenient reference marks in making their calculations, and one can
readily perceive when the trees were near and the island fairly wide,
both of the outer trees would appear to diverge in approaching, and
according as one selected the right or the left of the two trees, one
would infer that our course was to the left or right of the island. As
one stood on the bow--as we always called the down-stream end of the
raft, although it was shaped no differently from the stern--and looked
forward on the water flowing along, the imagination easily conceives
that one can follow up from that position to almost any thing ahead
and see the direction of the current leading straight for it. Eddies
and slack currents, into which a raft is very liable to swing as it
rounds a point with an abrupt turn in the axis of the current, are
all great nuisances, for though one may not get into the very heart
of any of them, yet the sum total of delay in a day's drift is often
considerable, and by a little careful management in steering the raft
these troubles may nearly always be avoided. Of course, one is often
called upon to choose between these and other impediments, more or less
aggravating, so that one's attention is constantly active as the raft
drifts along.

[Illustration]

In a canal-like stream of uniform width, which gives little chance for
eddies or slack water--and the upper Yukon has many long stretches that
answer to this description--every thing goes along smoothly enough
until along toward evening, when the party wishes to go into camp
while the river is tearing along at four or five miles an hour. I defy
any one who has never been similarly situated, to have any adequate
conception of the way in which a ponderous vessel like our raft,
constructed of large logs and loaded with four or five tons of cargo
and crew, will bring up against any obstacle while going at this rate.
If there are no eddies into which it can be rowed or steered and its
progress thereby stopped or at least slackened, it is very hard work
indeed to go into camp, for should the raft strike end on, a side log
or two may be torn out and the vessel transformed by the shock into a
lozenge-shaped affair. Usually, under these circumstances, we would
bring the raft close in shore, and with the bow oar hold its head well
out into the stream, while with the steering oar the stern end would
be thrown against the bank and there held, scraping along as firmly as
two or three men could do it (see diagram above), and this frictional
brake would be kept up steadily until we slowed down a little, when one
or two, or even half-a-dozen persons would jump ashore at a favorable
spot, and with a rope complete the slackening until it would warrant
our twisting the rope around a tree on the bank and a cross log on the
raft, when from both places the long rope would be slowly allowed to
pay out under strong and increasing friction, or "snubbing" as logmen
call it, and this would bring the craft to a standstill in water so
swift as to boil up over the stern logs, whereupon it would receive a
series of snug lashings. If the position was not favorable for camping
we would slowly "drop" the craft down stream by means of the rope to
some better site, never allowing her to proceed at a rate of speed that
we could not readily control. If, however, we were unsuccessful in
making our chosen camping ground and had drifted below it, there was
not sufficient power in our party, nor even in the strongest rope we
had, ever to get the craft up stream in the average current, whether by
tracking or any other means, to the intended spot.

Good camping places were not to be had in every stretch of the river,
and worse than all, they had to be selected a long way ahead in order
to be able to make them, with our slow means of navigation, from the
middle of the broad river where we usually were.

Oftentimes a most acceptable place would be seen just abreast of it,
having until then been concealed by some heavily wooded spur or point,
and then of course it would be too late to reach it with our slow
craft, while to saunter along near shore, so as to take immediate
advantage of such a possible spot, was to sacrifice a good deal of our
rapid progress. To run from swift into slacker water could readily be
accomplished by simply pointing the craft in the direction one wanted
to go, but the reverse process was not so easy, at least by the same
method. I suppose the proper way to manage so clumsy a concern as a
raft, would be by means of side oars and rowing it end on (and this
we did on the lakes in making a camp or in gaining the shore when a
head wind set in), but as our two oars at bow and stern were the most
convenient for the greater part of the work, we used them entirely,
always rowing our bundle of logs broadside on to the point desired,
provided that no bars or other obstacles interfered. We generally kept
the bow end inclined to the shore that we were trying to reach, a plan
that was of service, as I have shown, in passing from swift to slack
water, and in a three mile current by using our oars rowing broadside
on we could keep at an angle of about thirty degrees from the axis of
the stream as we made shoreward in this position. The knowledge of this
fact enabled us to make a rough calculation as to the point at which
we should touch the bank. The greater or less swiftness of the current
would of course vary this angle and our calculations accordingly.

Our bundles of effects on the two corduroy decks made quite high piles
fore and aft, and when a good strong wind was blowing--and Alaska in
the summer is the land of wind--we had by way of sail power a spread
of broadside area that was incapable of being lowered. More frequently
than was pleasant the breeze carried us along under "sweepers" or
dragged us over bars or drove us down unwelcome channels of slack
water. In violent gales we were often actually held against the bank,
all movement in advance being effectually checked. A mild wind was
always welcome, for in the absence of a breeze when approaching the
shore the mosquitoes made existence burdensome.

During hot days on the wide open river--singular as it may seem so
near the Arctic Circle--the sun would strike down from overhead with
a blistering effect and a bronzing effect from its reflection in the
dancing waters that made one feel as though he were floating on the
Nile, Congo or Amazon, or any where except in the very shadow of the
Arctic Circle. Roughly improvised tent flies and flaps helped us to
screen ourselves to a limited extent from the tropical torment, but
if hung top high, the stern oarsman, who had charge of the "ship,"
could see nothing ahead on his course, and the curtain would have
to come down. No annoyance could seem more singular in the Arctic
and sub-Arctic zones than a blistering sun or a swarm of mosquitoes,
and yet I believe my greatest discomforts in those regions came from
these same causes, certainly from the latter. Several times our
thermometer registered but little below 100° Fahrenheit in the shade,
and the weather seemed much warmer even than that, owing to the bright
reflections that gleamed from the water upon our faces.

"Cut offs" through channels that led straight across were often most
deceptive affairs, the swifter currents nearly always swinging around
the great bends of the river. Especially bad was a peculiarly seductive
"cut-off" with a tempting by swift current as you entered it, caused
by its flowing over a shallow bar, whereupon the current would rapidly
and almost immediately deepen and would consequently slow down to a
rate that was provoking beyond measure, especially as one saw one's
self overtaken by piece after piece of drift-timber that by keeping
to the main channel had "taken the longest way around as the shortest
way home," and beaten us by long odds in the race. And worse than all
it was not always possible to avoid getting in these side "sloughs
of despond," even when we had learned their tempting little tricks of
offering us a swifter current at the entrance, for this very swiftness
produced a sort of suction on the surface water that drew in every
thing that passed within a distance of the width of its entrance.

Of submerged obstructions, snags were of little account, for the great
ponderous craft would go plowing through and casting aside some of the
most formidable of them. I doubt very much if snags did us as much harm
as benefit, for as they always indicated shoal water, and were easily
visible, especially with glasses, they often served us as beacons. I
saw very few of the huge snags which have received the appellation of
"sawyers" on the Mississippi and Missouri, and are so much dreaded by
the navigators of those waters.

Sand, mud and gravel bars were by far the worst obstruction we had
to contend with, and I think I have given them in the order of their
general perversity in raft navigation, sand being certainly the worst
and gravel the slightest.

[Illustration: PRYING THE RAFT OFF A BAR.]

Sand bars and spits were particularly aggravating, and when the great
gridiron of logs ran up on one of them in a swift current there was
"fun ahead," to use a western expression of negation. Sometimes the
mere jumping overboard of all the crew would lighten the craft so that
she would float forward a few yards, and in lucky instances might clear
the obstruction; but this was not often the case, and those who made
preparations for hard work were seldom disappointed. In a swift current
the running water would sweep out the sand around the logs of the raft
until its buoyancy would prevent its sinking any deeper, and out of
this rut the great bulky thing would have to be lifted before it would
budge an inch in a lateral direction, and when this was accomplished,
and, completely fagged out, we would stop to take a breath or two, we
would often be gratified by seeing our noble craft sink down again,
necessitating a repetition of the process. The simplest way to get
off a sand bar was to find (by sounding with a stick or simply wading
around), the point nearest to a deep navigable channel and then to
swing the raft, end for end, up stream, even against the swiftest
current that might come boiling over the upper logs, until that channel
was reached. There was no more happy moment in a day's history than
when, after an hour or so had been spent in prying the vessel inch by
inch against the current, we could finally see the current catch it on
the same side upon which we were working and perform the last half of
our task in a few seconds, where perhaps we had spent as many hours
upon our portion of the work. At one bad place, on the upper end of an
island, we had to swing our forty-two foot corvette around four times.
Our longest detention by a sand bar was three hours and fifty minutes.

Mud bars were not nearly so bad, unless the material was of a clayey
consistency, when a little adhesiveness would be added to the other
impediments, and again, as we always endeavored to keep in the swift
water we seldom encountered a mud bar. But when one occurred near to
a camping place, it materially interfered with our wading ashore with
our heavy camping effects on our backs, and would reduce our rubber
boots to a deplorable looking condition. Elsewhere, it was possible to
pry the raft right through a mud bank, by dint of muscle and patience,
and then we could sit down on the outer logs of the deck and wash our
boots in the water at leisure as we floated along. Our raft drew from
twenty to twenty-two inches of water, and of course it could not ground
in any thing deeper, so that good rubber boots coming up over the
thighs kept our feet comparatively dry when overboard; but there were
times when we were compelled to get in almost to our middle; and when
the water was so swift that it boiled up over their tops and filled
them they were about as useless an article as can be imagined, so that
we went into all such places barefooted.

The best of all the bars were those of gravel, and the larger and
coarser the pebbles the better. When the pebbles were well cemented
into a firm bed by a binding of clay almost as solid and unyielding as
rock, we could ask nothing better, and in such cases we always went to
work with cheerful prospects of a speedy release. By simply lifting
the raft with pries the swift current throws it forward, and since it
does not settle as in sand, every exertion tells. By turning the raft
broadside to the current and prying or "biting" at each end of the
"boat" alternately, with our whole force of pries, leaving the swift
water to throw her forward, we passed over gravel bars on which I do
not think the water was over ten or eleven inches deep, although the
raft drew twice as much. One of the gravel bars over which we passed in
this manner was fully thirty or forty yards in length.

In aggravated cases of whatever nature the load would have to be
taken off, carried on our backs through the water and placed on the
shore, and when the raft was cleared or freed from the obstruction it
would be brought alongside the bank at the very first favorable spot
for reloading. Such cases occurred fully a score of times during
our voyage. When the raft stranded on a bar with the water on each
side so deep that we could not wade ashore, the canoe was used for
"lightering the load," an extremely slow process which, fortunately, we
were obliged to employ only once on the whole raft journey, although
several times in wading the water came up to our waists before we could
get to shore. In fact, with a heavy load on one's back or shoulders,
it is evidently much easier to wade through water of that depth and
proportional current than through very swift water over shallow bars.

Looking back, it seems almost miraculous that a raft could make a
voyage of over thirteen hundred miles, the most difficult part of
which was unknown, starting at the very head where the stream was so
narrow that the raft would have been brought at a standstill if it
swung out of a straight course end on (as it did in the Payer Rapids),
and covering nearly two months of daily encounters with snags and
bowlders, sticking on bars and shooting rapids, and yet get through
almost unscathed. When I started to build this one on Lake Lindeman
I had anticipated constructing two or three of these primitive craft
before I could exchange to good and sufficient native or civilized
transportation.

The raft is undoubtedly the oldest form of navigation extant, and
undoubtedly the worst; it is interesting to know just how useful the
raft can be as an auxiliary to geographical exploration, and certainly
my raft journey was long enough to test it in this respect.

The raft, of course, can move in one direction only, viz.: with the
current, and therefore its use must be restricted to streams whose
upper waters can be reached by the explorer. The traveler must be
able to escape by the mouth of the stream or by some divergent trail
lower down, unless his explorations prove the river to be navigable
for such craft as he finds on its lower waters, when he may use these
for returning. The building of a raft requires the presence of good,
fair-sized timber along the stream. The river too, must offer no falls
of any great size. My journey, however, has demonstrated that a well
constructed raft can go any where, subject to the above restrictions,
that a boat can, at least such a boat as is usually employed by
explorers.

I know of nothing that can give an explorer a better opportunity
to delineate the topography of the surrounding country with such
instruments as are commonly used in assisting dead reckoning, than
is afforded by floating down a river. I believe the steady movement
with the current makes "dead reckoning" much more exact than with a
boat, where the rate of progress is variable, where one hour is spent
in drifting as a raft, another in rowing, and a third in sailing with
a changeable wind, and where each mode of progress is so abruptly
exchanged for another. Any steady pace, such as the walking of a man
or a horse, or the floating of a raft carefully kept in the axis of
the current, makes dead reckoning so exact, if long practiced, as
often to astonish the surveyor himself, but every thing depends upon
this steadiness of motion. The errors in dead reckoning of Mr. Homan,
my topographer, in running from Pyramid Harbor in Chilkat Inlet to
Fort Yukon, both carefully determined by astronomical observations and
over a thousand miles apart, was less than one per cent., a fact which
proves that rafting as a means of surveying may be ranked with any
method that requires walking or riding, and far exceeds any method in
use by explorers ascending a stream, as witness any map of the Yukon
River that attempts to show the position of Fort Yukon, before it was
astronomically determined by Captain Raymond. Meridian observations of
the sun for latitude are hard to obtain, for the reader already knows
what a task it is to get a raft into camp. This difficulty of course
will vary with the size of the raft, for one as large as ours would
not always be needed and a small one can be more readily handled in
exploration. While rafting, field photography, now so much used by
explorers, is very difficult, as it can only be achieved at camping
places unless the apparatus is carried ashore in a canoe, if the
raftsmen have one; and the ease with which separated persons can lose
each other along a river full of islands makes this kind of work a
little uncertain, and the services of a good artist more valuable.

This summary covers nearly all the main points that are strictly
connected with geographical exploration, in the meaning ordinarily
accepted; but on expeditions where this exploration is the main object
there are often other matters of a scientific nature to be taken into
account, such as the geology, botany, and zoölogy of the districts
traversed, to which the question of geographical distribution is
important, and for all these objects researches by means of a raft are
at considerable disadvantage.

Also in rafting there is a slight tendency to over-estimate the length
of the stream, although the map may be perfectly accurate. In the
figure on page 152, the axis AA' is undoubtedly the accepted line on
which to estimate and measure the length of the stream between those
two points, and it is equally evident to one familiar with the currents
of a river that some such line as RR' would represent the course of a
floating raft, and the excess of RR' over AA', both being developed,
would be the error mentioned. In this figure the relative curves are
exaggerated to show the principle more clearly. Again, every island and
shoal would materially affect this somewhat mathematical plan, but I
think even these would tend to produce an over-estimate.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

Drifting close along the shores of an island, and nearing its lower
termination, we occasionally were delayed in a singular manner, unless
prompt to avoid it. A long, narrow island, with tapering ends, and
lying directly in the course of the current, gave us no trouble; but
oftentimes these lower ends were very blunt, and the currents at the
two sides came at all angles with respect to the island and each other,
and this was especially true of large groupings of islands situated in
abrupt bends of the river. To take about the worst case of this nature
that we met, imagine a blunted island with the current at either side
coming in at an angle of about forty-five degrees to the shore line,
or at right angles to each other, as I have tried to show in figure
on this page, the arrows showing the current. At some point below the
island the recurving and ex-curving waters neutralize each other in
a huge whirlpool (W). Between W and the island the waters, if swift,
would pour back in strong, dancing waves like tide-rips, and in some
places with such force as to cut a channel (C) into the island. It is
evident that with the raft at R, it is necessary to row to starboard as
far as R' before W is reached, as otherwise it would be carried back
against the island. We got caught in one violent whirlpool that turned
the huge raft around so rapidly that I believe the tender stomachs
of those prone to sea-sickness would soon have weakened if we had
not escaped by vigorous efforts. At great angles of the swift water
and broad-based islands I have seen the whirlpool when nearly half a
mile from the island, and they were usually visible for three or four
hundred yards if worth noticing. So many conditions were required for
the creation of these obstacles that they were not common.




CHAPTER VII.

THE GRAND CAÑON OF THE YUKON.


[Illustration: GRAYLING.]

As we slowly floated out of Lake Marsh it was known to us by Indian
reports that somewhere not far ahead on the course of the river would
be found the longest and most formidable rapid on the entire length of
the great stream. At these rapids the Indians confidently expected that
our raft would go to pieces, and we were therefore extremely anxious to
inspect them. By some form of improper interpretation, or in some other
way, we got the idea into our heads that these rapids, "rushing," as
the natives described them, "through a dark cañon," would be reached
very soon, that is, within two or three miles, or four or five at the
furthest. Accordingly I had the raft beached at the river's entrance,
and undertook, with the doctor, the task of walking on ahead along the
river bank to inspect them before making any further forward movement,
after which one or both of us might return. After a short distance I
continued the journey alone, the doctor returning to start the raft.
I hoped to be at the upper end of the rapids by the time she came in
sight so as to signal her in ample time for her to reach the bank from
the swiftest current in the center, as the river was now five or six
hundred yards wide in places. It turned out afterward that the great
rapids were more than fifty miles further on.

I now observed that this new stretch of river much more closely
resembled some of the streams in temperate climes than any we had yet
encountered. Its flanking hillsides of rolling ground were covered
with spruce and pine, here and there breaking into pleasant-looking
grassy prairies, while its own picturesque valley was densely wooded
with poplar and willows of several varieties. These latter, in fact,
encroached so closely upon the water's edge, and in such impenetrable
confusion, that camping places were hard to find, unless a friendly
spur from the hills, covered with evergreens, under which a little
elbow room might be had, wedged its way down to the river, so as to
break the continuity of these willowy barriers to a night's good
camping place. The raft's corduroy deck of pine poles often served for
a rough night's lodging to some of the party.

Muskrats were plentiful in this part of the river, and I could hear
them "plumping" into the water from the banks, every minute or two,
as I walked along them; and afterward, in the quiet evenings, these
animals might at once be traced by the wedge-shaped ripples they made
on the surface of the water as they swam around us.

I had not walked more than two or three miles, fighting great swarms
of mosquitoes all the way, when I came to a peculiar kind of creek
distinctive of this portion of the river, and worth describing. It was
not very wide, but altogether too wide to jump, with <DW72>s of slippery
clay, and so deep that I could not see bottom nor touch it with any
pole that I could find. These singular streams have a current seemingly
as slow as that of a glacier, and the one that stopped me--and I
suppose all the rest--had the same unvarying canal-like width for over
half a mile from its mouth. Beyond this distance I dared not prolong
my rambles to find a crossing place for fear the raft might pass me on
the river, so I returned to its mouth and waited, fighting mosquitoes,
for the raft to come along, when the canoe would pick me up. In my
walks along the creek I found many moose and caribou tracks, some of
them looking large enough to belong to prize cattle, but all of them
were old. Probably they had been made before the mosquitoes became so
numerous.

The first traveler along the river was one of our old Tahk-heesh
friends, who came down the stream paddling his "cottonwood" canoe
with his family, a squaw and three children, wedged in the bottom.
He partially comprehended my situation, and I tried hard to make him
understand by signs that I wanted simply to cross the canal-like creek
in his canoe, while he, evidently remembering a number of trifles he
had received from members of the party at a few camps back, thought it
incumbent upon him to take me a short way down the river, by way of
a _quid pro quo_, to which I did not object, especially after seeing
several more of those wide slack-water tributaries, and as I still
supposed that the rapids were but a short distance ahead, and that
my Indian guide expected to camp near them. The rain was falling
in a persistent drizzle, which, coupled with my cramped position in
the rickety canoe, made me feel any thing but comfortable. My Indian
patron, a good natured looking old fellow of about fifty, was evidently
feeling worried and harassed at not meeting other Indians of his
tribe--for he had previously promised me that he would have a number
of them at the rapids to portage my effects around it if my raft went
to pieces in shooting them, as they were all confident it would, or if
I determined to build another forthwith at a point below the dangerous
portion of the rapids--and he ceased the not unmusical strokes of his
paddle every minute or two in order to scan with a keen eye the river
banks or the hillsides beyond, or to listen for signals in reply to the
prolonged shouts he occasionally emitted from his vigorous lungs. After
a voyage of three or four miles, he became discouraged, and diving down
into a mass of dirty rags and strong-scented Indian bric-a brac of all
sorts in the bottom of the canoe, he fished out an old brass-mounted
Hudson Bay Company flintlock horse-pistol, an object occasionally
found in the possession of a well-to-do Yukon River savage. He took
out the bullet, which he did not desire to lose, and held it in his
teeth, and pointing the unstable weapon most uncomfortably close to
my head, pulled the trigger, although from all I have seen of these
weapons of destruction (to powder) I imagine the butt end of the pistol
was the most dangerous. The report resounded through the hills and
valleys with a thundering vibration, as if the weapon had been a small
cannon, but awakened no reply of any kind, and as it was getting well
along into the evening my "Stick" friend pointed his canoe for an old
camping place on the east bank of the river (although the boat was so
warped and its nose so broken that one might almost have testified to
its pointing in any other direction), and with a few strokes of his
paddle he was soon on shore. Thereupon I went into the simplest camp
I had ever occupied, for all that was done was to pull an old piece
of riddled canvas over a leaning pole and crawl under it and imagine
that it kept out the rain, which it did about as effectually as if it
had been a huge crochet tidy. My companions, however, did not seem to
mind the rain very much, their only apparent objection to it being
that it prevented their kindling a fire with their usual apparatus of
steel and damp tinder; and when I gave them a couple of matches they
were so profuse in their thanks and their gratitude seemed so genuine,
that I gave them all I had with me, probably a couple of dozen, when
they overwhelmed me with their grateful appreciation, until I was glad
to change the subject to a passing muskrat and a few ducks that were
swimming by. I could not help contrasting their behavior with that of
the more arrogant Chilkats. They seemed much more like Eskimo in their
rude hospitality and docility of nature, although I doubt if they equal
them in personal bravery.

There is certainly one good thing about a rain-storm in Alaska,
however, and that is the repulsion that exists between a moving drop
of rain and a comparatively stationary mosquito when the two come in
contact, and which beats down the latter with a most comforting degree
of pertinacity. Mosquitoes evidently know how to protect themselves
from the pelting rain under the broad deciduous leaves, or under the
lee of trees and branches, for the instant it ceases they are all
out, apparently more voracious than ever. All along this bank near
the Indians' camp, the dense willow brake crawled up and leaned over
the water, and I feared there was no camping place to be found for my
approaching party, until after walking back about half a mile I espied
a place where a little spur of spruce-clad hillocks infringed on the
shore. Here I halted the raft and we made an uncomfortable camp. Fish
of some kind kept jumping in the river, but the most seductive "flies"
were unrewarded with a single bite, although the weather was not of the
kind to tempt one either to hunt or fish.

The next day, the 30th of June, was but little better as far as the
weather was concerned, and we got away late from our camp, having
overslept ourselves. Our Tahk-heesh friend, with his family, now
preceded us in his canoe for the purpose of indicating the rapids in
good season; but of course he disappeared ahead of us around every
bend and island, so as to keep us feeling more anxious about it. At
one time, about eight o'clock in the evening--our Tahk-heesh guide
out of sight for the last half hour--we plainly heard a dull roaring
ahead of us as we swung around a high broken clay bluff, and were
clearly conscious of the fact that we were shooting forward at a more
rapid pace. Thinking that discretion was the better part of valor,
the raft was rapidly swung inshore with a bump that almost upset the
whole crew, and a prospecting party were sent down stream to walk along
the bank until they found out the cause of the sound, a plan which
very soon revealed that there were noisy, shallow rapids extending
a short distance out into the bend of the river, but they were not
serious enough to have stopped us; at least they would have been of no
consequence if we had not landed in the first place, but, as matters
stood, they were directly in front of our position on the shore,
and so swift was the current that we could not get out fast enough
into the stream with our two oars to avoid sticking on the rough bar
of gravel and bowlders. Shortly after the crew had jumped off, and
just as they were preparing to pry the raft around into the deeper
water of the stream, the most violent splashing and floundering was
heard on the outer side of the craft, and it was soon found that a
goodly-sized and beautifully-spotted grayling had hooked himself to a
fish-line that some one had allowed to trail over the outer logs in
the excitement of attending to the more important duties connected
with the supposed rapids. He was rapidly taken from the hook, and when
the line was again thrown over into the ripples another immediately
repeated the operation, and it soon became evident that we were getting
into the very best of fishing waters, the first we had discovered of
that character on the river. After the raft was swung clear of the
outer bowlders of the reef and had started once more on its way down
stream, several lines, poles and flies were gotten out, and it was
quite entertaining to see the long casts that were attempted as we
rushed by distant ripples near the curve of the banks. More than one
of these casts, however, proved successful in landing a fine grayling.
A jump and a splash and a miss, and there was no more chance at that
ripple for the same fish, for by the time a recover and a cast could
be made the raft was nearly alongside of another tempting place, so
swift was the river and so numerous the clean gravel bars jutting into
it at every bend. Many a pretty grayling would come sailing through
the air like a flying squirrel and unhooking himself _en route_, with
a quick splash would disappear through the logs of the raft, with no
other injury than a good bump of his nose against the rough bark, and
no doubt ready to thank his stars that his captors were not on land.
Passing over shallow bottoms covered with white pebbles, especially
those shoaling down stream from the little bars of which I have spoken,
a quick eye could often detect great numbers of fish, evidently
grayling, with their heads up stream and propelling their tails just
enough to remain over the same spot on the bottom, in the swift
current. That evening we camped very late--about 10 P.M.--having hopes
to the last that we might reach the upper end of the Grand Cañon. Our
Stick guide had told us that when we saw the mouth of a small stream
coming in from the west and spreading out in a mass of foam over the
rocks at the point of confluence, we could be sure of finding the great
cañon within half a mile. An accurate census of small creeks answering
exactly to that description having been taken, gave a total of about
two dozen, with another still in view ahead of us as we camped. Knowing
the _penchant_ of our fishy friends for half-submerged gravel bars,
our camp was picked with reference to them, and near it there were two
of such bars running out into the stream. Some fifty or sixty grayling
were harvested by the three lines that were kept going until about
eleven o'clock, by which time it was too dark to fish with any comfort,
for the heavy banked clouds in the sky brought on darkness much earlier
than usual. Red and white mixed flies were eagerly snapped by the
voracious and active creatures, and as the evening shadows deepened,
a resort to more white in the mixture kept up the exhilarating sport
until it was too dark for the fisherman to see his fly on the water.
The grayling caught that evening seemed to be of two very distinct
sizes, without any great number of intermediate sizes, the larger
averaging about a pound in weight, the smaller about one-fourth as
much. So numerous and voracious were they that two or three flies were
kept on one line, and two at a cast were several times caught, and
triplets once.

On the morning of July 1st, we approached the great rapids of the Grand
Cañon of the Yukon. Just as I had expected, our Tahk-heesh guide in
his cottonwood canoe was _non est_, until we were within sight of the
upper end of the cañon and its boiling waters, and tearing along at
six or seven miles an hour, when we caught sight of him frantically
gesticulating to us that the rapids were in sight, which was plainly
evident, even to us. He probably thought that our ponderous raft was as
manageable in the seething current as his own light craft, or he never
would have allowed us to get so near. In the twinkling of an eye we
got ashore the first line that came to hand, and there was barely time
to make both ends fast, one on the raft and the other to a convenient
tree on the bank, before the spinning raft came suddenly to the end of
her tether with a snappish twang that made the little rope sing like a
musical string. Why that little quarter-inch manilla did not part seems
a mystery, even yet,--it was a mere government flagstaff lanyard that
we had brought along for packing purposes, etc.--but it held on as if
it knew the importance of its task, and with the swift water pouring
in a sheet of foam over the stern of the shackled raft, she slowly
swung into an eddy under the lee of a gravel bar where she was soon
securely fastened, whereupon we prepared to make an inspection of our
chief impediment. A laborious survey of three or four hours' duration,
exposed to heat and mosquitoes, revealed that the rapids were about
five miles long and in appearance formidable enough to repel any one
who might contemplate making the passage even in a good boat, while
such an attempt seemed out of the question with an unmanageable raft
like ours.

[Illustration: VIEW IN GRAND CAÑON FROM ITS SOUTHERN ENTRANCE.

The only cañon on the Yukon, 1870 miles from Aphoon mouth.]

The Yukon River, which had previously been about three hundred or three
hundred and fifty yards in width, gradually contracts as it nears the
upper gate of the cañon and at the point where the stream enters it
in a high white-capped wave of rolling water, I do not believe its
width exceeds one-tenth of that distance. The walls of the cañon are
perpendicular columns of basalt, not unlike a diminutive Fingal's cave
in appearance, and nearly a mile in length, the center of this mile
stretch being broken into a huge basin of about twice the usual width
of the stream in the cañon, and which is full of seething whirlpools
and eddies where nothing but a fish could live for a minute. On the
western rim of this basin it seems as though one might descend to the
water's edge with a little Alpine work. Through this narrow chute of
corrugated rock the wild waters of the great river rush in a perfect
mass of milk-like foam, with a reverberation that is audible for a
considerable distance, the roar being intensified by the rocky walls
which act like so many sounding boards. Huge spruce trees in somber
files overshadow the dark cañon, and it resembles a deep black
thoroughfare paved with the whitest of marble. At the northern outlet
of the cañon, the rushing river spreads rapidly into its former width,
but abates not a jot of its swiftness, and flows in a white and shallow
sheet over reefs of bowlders and bars thickly studded with intertwining
drifts of huge timber, ten times more dangerous for a boat or raft than
the narrow cañon itself, although perhaps not so in appearance. This
state of things continues for about four miles further, offering every
possible variety of obstacle in turn, when the river again contracts,
hemmed in by low basaltic banks, and becomes even narrower than before.
So swift is it, so great the volume of water, and so contracted the
channel, that half its water ascends the sloping banks, runs over them
for nearly a score of yards, and then falls into the narrow chute
below, making a veritable horseshoe funnel of boiling cascades, not
much wider than the length of our raft, and as high at the end as her
mast. Through this funnel of foam the waves ran three or four feet
high, and this fact, added to the boiling that often forced up columns
of water like small geysers quite a considerable distance into the air,
made matters very uninviting for navigation in any sort of craft.

Every thing being in readiness, our inspection made, and our resolution
formed, in the forenoon of the second of July, we prepared to "shoot"
the raft though the rapids of the grand cañon, and at 11:25 the bow
and stern lines were cast loose and after a few minutes' hard work at
shoving the craft out of the little eddy where she lay, the poor vessel
resisting as if she knew all that was ahead of her and was loth to go,
she finally swung clear of the point and like a racer at the start
made almost a leap forward and the die was cast. A moment's hesitation
at the cañon's brink, and quick as a flash the whirling craft plunged
into the foam, and before twenty yards were made had collided with the
western wall of columnar rock with a shock as loud as a blast, tearing
off the inner side log and throwing the outer one far into the stream.
The raft swung around this as upon a hinge, just as if it had been a
straw in a gale of wind, and again resumed its rapid career. In the
whirlpool basin of the cañon the craft, for a brief second or two,
seemed actually buried out of sight in the foam. Had there been a dozen
giants on board they could have had no more influence in directing
her course than as many spiders. It was a very simple matter to trust
the rude vessel entirely to fate, and work out its own salvation. I
was most afraid of the four miles of shallow rapids below after the
cañon, but she only received a dozen or a score of smart bumps that
started a log here and there, but tore none from the structure, and
nothing remained ahead of her but the cascades. These reached, in a
few minutes the craft was caught at the bow by the first high wave in
the funnel-like chute and lifted into the air until it stood almost at
an angle of thirty degrees, when it went through the cascades like a
charge of fixed bayonets, and almost as swiftly as a flash of light,
burying its nose in the foam beyond as it subsided. Those on board of
the raft now got hold of a line from their friends on shore, and after
breaking it several times they finally brought the craft alongside the
bank and commenced repairing the damage with a light heart, for our
greatest obstacle was now at our backs.

Near the spot where we camped, just below the cascades that terminated
the long rapids, was found a small grove of sapling spruce through
which the fire had swept a year or two before, and the trees were
thoroughly seasoned and sound, the black burned bark peeling as freely
from them as the hull of a chestnut, leaving excellent light and tough
poles with which we renewed our two decks, our constant walking over
the old ones having converted them into somewhat unsatisfactory places
for promenades unless one carefully watched his footsteps. Evidences of
conflagration in the dense coniferous forests were everywhere frequent,
the fires arising from the carelessness of the Indian campers, and from
the making of signal smokes, and even it is said, from design, with
the idea of clearing the district of mosquitoes. While waiting at the
cascades of the rapids to repair our raft, our fishing tackle was kept
busy to such an extent that we landed between four and five hundred
fine grayling, a fishing ground that excelled any we afterward found on
the Yukon River.

[Illustration: THE CASCADES AT THE END OF THE GREAT RAPIDS.

Head of Navigation on the Yukon, 1866 miles from Aphoon mouth.]

Our favorite fishing place was just below the cascades, where a number
of the disintegrating columns of basalt had fallen in, forming a talus
along which we could walk between the water and the wall. A little
beyond the wall itself sloped down and ran close beside the little
ripples where we were always sure of a "rise" when the grayling would
bite. This was nearly always in the cool of the mornings or evenings,
or in the middle of the day when even a few light fleecy clouds floated
over the sun. Yet there were times when they would cease biting as
suddenly as if they were disciplined and under orders, and that without
any apparent reason, returning to the bait just as suddenly and as
mysteriously. Light northern winds brought fine sunny weather, and
with it a perfect deluge of light brown millers or moths migrating
southward, thousands of which tumbled in the waters of the river and
filled every eddy with their floating bodies. These kept the grayling
busy snapping at them, and indicated to a certain degree when to go
fishing, but still it was remarkable that our efforts should be so well
rewarded when there were so many living, struggling bait to tempt them
away from our flies. Strangest of all we were most successful when
casting with brown flies. The millers caught by the water and drifted
into eddies would not be touched, and it was only when a solitary moth
came floating along beating its wings and fluttering on the surface
around the swiftest corners that a spring for it was at all certain,
and even then a brown hackle dancing around in the same place would
monopolize every rise within the radius of a fish's eyesight. Our
Tahk-heesh friends, who had been made useful by us in several ways,
such as carrying effects over the portage, helping with poles and logs,
and so on, were as much surprised at this novel mode of fishing as the
grayling themselves, and expressed their astonishment, in guttural
grunts. They regarded themselves as admitted to high favor when we gave
them a few of the flies as presents. They ate all the spare grayling
we chose to give them, which was often nearly a dozen apiece, and, in
fact, during the three or four days we were together their subsistence
was almost altogether derived from this source, as we had no provisions
to spare them. The largest grayling we caught weighed two pounds and a
quarter, but we had the same invariable two sizes already mentioned,
with here and there a slight deviation in grade. These grayling were
the most persistent biters I ever saw rise to a fly, and more uncertain
than these uncertain fish usually are in grasping for a bait, for there
were times when I really believe we got fifty or sixty rises from a
single fish before he was hooked or the contest abandoned.

The portage made by the Indians around the cañon and rapids was over
quite a high ridge just the length of the cañon, and then descended
abruptly with a dizzy incline into a valley which, after continuing
nearly down to the cascades, again ascended a sandy hill that was
very difficult to climb. The hilly part around the cañon was pretty
thoroughly covered with small pines and spruce, and all along the
portage trail some miners who had been over it had cut these down near
the path and felled them across it, and had then barked them on their
upper sides, forming stationary skids along which they could drag
their whip-sawed boats. Two large logs placed together on the steep
declivity, and well trimmed of their limbs and bark, made good inclines
on which the boat or boats could be lowered into the valley below. Here
they had floated their boats by towlines down to the cascades, around
which point they had again dragged them. It may readily be imagined
that such a chaparral of felled brush and poles across our path did not
improve the walking in the least. It was a continued case of hurdle
walking the whole distance. The day we walked over the trail on the
eastern side of the cañon and rapids was one of the hottest and most
insufferable I ever experienced, and every time we sat down it was only
to have "a regular down-east fog" of mosquitoes come buzzing around,
and the steady swaying of arms and the constant slapping of the face
was an exercise fully as vigorous as that of traveling. Our only safe
plan was to walk along brandishing a great handful of evergreens from
shoulder to shoulder. As we advanced the mosquitoes invariably kept
the same distance ahead, as if they had not the remotest idea we were
coming toward them. An occasional vicious reach forward through the
mass with the evergreens would have about as much effect in removing
them as it would in dispersing the same amount of fog, for it seemed
as if they could dodge a streak of lightning. Nothing was better than
a good strong wind in one's face, and as one emerged from the brush
or timber it was simply delicious to feel the cool breeze on one's
peppered face and to see the rascals disappear. Our backs, however,
were even then spotted with them, still crawling along and testing
every thread in one's coat to see if they could not find a thin hole
where they might bore through. Once in the breeze, it was comical to
turn around slowly and see their efforts to keep under the lee of one's
hunting shirt, as one by one they lose their hold and are wafted away
in the wind. If these pests had been almost unbearable before, they
now became simply fiendish while we were repairing our raft; nothing
could be done unless a wind was blowing or unless we stood in a smoke
from the resinous pine or spruce so thick that the eyes remained in an
acute state of inflammation. Mosquito netting over the hat was not an
infallible remedy and was greatly in the way when at work.

A fair wind one day made me think it possible to take a hunt inland,
but, to my disgust, it died down after I had proceeded two or three
miles, and my fight back to camp with the mosquitoes I shall always
remember as one of the salient points of my life. It seemed as if there
was an upward rain of insects from the grass that became a deluge over
marshy tracts, and more than half the ground was marshy. Of course not
a sign of any game was seen except a few old tracks; and the tracks
of an animal are about the only part of it that could exist here in
the mosquito season, which lasts from the time the snow is half off
the ground until the first severe frost, a period of some three or
four months. During that time every living creature that can leave the
valleys ascends the mountains, closely following the snow-line, and
even there peace is not completely attained, the exposure to the winds
being of far more benefit than the coolness due to the altitude, while
the mosquitoes are left undisputed masters of the valleys, except for
a few straggling animals on their way from one range of mountains to
the other. Had there been any game, and had I obtained a fair shot, I
honestly doubt if I could have secured it owing to these pests, not
altogether on account of their ravenous attacks upon my face, and
especially the eyes, but for the reason that they were absolutely
so dense that it was impossible to see clearly through the mass in
taking aim. When I got back to camp I was thoroughly exhausted with my
incessant fight and completely out of breath, which I had to regain
as best I could in a stifling smoke from dry resinous pine knots. A
traveler who had spent a summer on the Lower Yukon, where I did not
find the pests so bad on my journey as on the upper river, was of
opinion that a nervous person without a mask would soon be killed by
nervous prostration, unless he were to take refuge in mid-stream. I
know that the native dogs are killed by the mosquitoes under certain
circumstances, and I heard reports, which I believe to be well founded,
both from Indians and trustworthy white persons, that the great brown
bear--erroneously but commonly called the grizzly--of these regions is
at times compelled to succumb to these insects. The statement seems
almost preposterous, but the explanation is comparatively simple.
Bruin having exhausted all the roots and berries on one mountain, or
finding them scarce, thinks he will cross the valley to another range,
or perhaps it is the odor of salmon washed up along the river's banks
that attracts him. Covered with a heavy fur on his body, his eyes,
nose and ears are the vulnerable points for mosquitoes, and here of
course they congregate in the greatest numbers. At last when he reaches
a swampy stretch they rise in myriads until his forepaws are kept so
busy as he strives to keep his eyes clear of them that he can not walk,
whereupon he becomes enraged, and bear-like, rises on his haunches to
fight. It is now a mere question of time until the bear's eyes become
so swollen from innumerable bites as to render him perfectly blind,
when he wanders helplessly about until he gets mired in the marsh, and
so starves to death.

[Illustration: ALASKA BROWN BEAR FIGHTING MOSQUITOES.]




CHAPTER VIII.

DOWN THE RIVER TO SELKIRK.


[Illustration: IN THE RINK RAPIDS.]

One evening about eight o'clock, while encamped below the cascades,
we could hear dull, heavy concussions occurring at intervals of two
or three minutes. The sound did not at all resemble that of distant
thunder, and moreover, the sky was cloudless. Earthquakes were
suggested, but the theory did not seem plausible, and we were compelled
to attribute it to the cascades, which, I believe, have been known to
cause earth tremblings and analogous phenomena.

I noticed that a Tahk-heesh Indian in arranging his head and breast
bands for a load to be carried on his back, adjusted them as follows:
The breast-band was grasped in the center by the palm of the hand,
and when pulled out taut if the elbow of the packer just touched the
load,--box, bag or bundle,--it was considered to be in proper condition
to carry. The breast band adjusted, the head band is also pulled out,
and between the two there must be the width of the packer's hand; the
headband, which is not always used, being the longer. I had hitherto
noticed this manner of arranging the load when among my Chilkat
packers; the most singular feature of it being that the breast band
passes over the arms so as to pinion them to the sides, making them
apparently useless when the most needed.

[Illustration: CLAY BLUFFS ON THE UPPER YUKON.]

On the 5th of July we again got under way on our raft. For the first
few miles, eight or ten, the river is very swift and occasionally
breaks into light rapids, although I believe a powerful light-draft
river steamer, such as are used on the shallow western rivers, could
easily surmount all the bad places we saw below the cascades of the
great rapids. If I am right in my conjectures upon this point, the
Yukon River is navigable for 1866 miles from the Aphoon or northernmost
mouth of its delta.

Shortly after noon we passed the mouth of the Tahk-heen'-a or Tahk
River coming in from the west, which is about two-thirds the size of
the Yukon. By following it to its head, where the Indians say is a
large lake, the traveler arrives at the Chilkat portage, the relation
of which with the Chilkoot trail has already been noticed. From this
point on my Chilkat guide, Indianne, was much more familiar with the
country, having been over the Chilkat trail many times, and over the
Chilkoot portage but once when a small boy. From the cascades to the
Tahk River, a distance of nearly twenty-five miles, the banks of the
Yukon are quite high and often broken into perpendicular bluffs of
white clay, whose rolling crescent-shaped crowns were densely covered
with pine and spruce. While the Tahk-heen'-a is the smaller stream,
its bed and valley apparently determine the general characteristics
of the river beyond its confluence, the high bold bluffs of clay just
mentioned being from this point succeeded by lower shores wooded to the
water's edge.

The Tahk-heen'-a, like all streams not interspersed with lakes on its
upper course, carries quite muddy water, and we all felt a little
uneasy about our fine grayling fisheries, a foreboding well founded,
for they diminished with an exasperating suddenness, our evenings
seldom being rewarded with more than two or three.

The last of the chain of lakes was reached the same day at 5 P.M.,
and we were prevented from taking advantage of a good wind by a three
hours' detention on a sand-bar that stretched almost entirely across
the river's mouth. This bar had a deep channel on either side of
it, and when our most strenuous efforts completely failed to get the
raft off, there was nothing to be done but to put the load ashore,
and as wading was impossible, the cottonwood canoe was brought into
action, slow as the method was. Not having been used much lately its
condition was unknown, and as soon as we launched it, the water came
pouring in from a dozen cracks where the gum had scaled off. One very
vicious looking hole was suddenly developed in the bow as the first
load went ashore, and "Billy" undertook to overcome this difficulty by
putting most of the load in the stern, taking his own place there so
as to allow the bow to stand well out of the water. With every load
the leak grew worse, and about the fourth or fifth trip there was a
most desperate struggle between the canoeman and the leak to see which
would conquer before they reached the shore, the result being a partial
victory for both, the canoe's head going under water just as it reached
the shore, upon which there was a hurried scramble to unload it without
damage.

This lake was called by the Indians Kluk-tas'-si; and, as it was one of
the very few pronounceable names of Indian derivation in this section
of the country, I retained it, although it is possible that this may
be the Lake Labarge of some books, the fact that it is the first lake
above the site of old Fort Selkirk being the only geographical datum in
its favor, while all its other relations to equal points of importance
are opposed to the theory. In fact, it had evidently been mapped by the
merest guesswork from vague Indian reports.

I hope I shall be excused for again reviving the subject of conjectural
geography, so uncertain in its results and so prevalent in Alaskan
charts, especially those relating to the interior, even when they are
of an official character. If the self-satisfaction of these parlor
map-makers has been gratified in following unknown rivers and mountains
wherever their fancy and imagination led them, and no other harm
resulted, one conversant with the facts might dismiss the manifold
errors that occur in their charts with a contemptuous smile at the
method pursued. But that harm of the most serious nature can result
from these geographical conjectures is evident from the following
true story told me by the person interested. A party of miners had
crossed the Chilkoot trail and were on a "prospecting tour" down
the river and lakes. Discouraged at the outlook as to finding gold
or silver in paying quantities, there was considerable diversity of
opinion in regard to the propriety of any further advance in such
a wild unexplored country, the majority advocating a return. Among
their number was a young lawyer, a graduate of an eastern college, I
believe, who had joined the party in the hope of finding adventures
and of repairing his health, which had suffered from too close an
application to his professional studies. Having in his possession an
official government chart which pretended to map the route over which
he had come as well as that ahead of him, although he had received
proof of its untrustworthiness in the past, he resolved to trust it
once more. Numerous Indian villages and towns were shown upon the chart
at convenient intervals along the remainder of the route. He thought
the villages might not be just where they were marked, but believed
that in the main their number and positions were at least approximately
correct. Basing his expectations on the help to be obtained from these
numerous Indian villages, he announced to the party his determination
to continue his travels, whatever might be the conclusion to which
the others should come, pointing out the hospitality which they had
received from the Indians they had previously met, and expressing his
expectation of meeting many others as friendly. Whether his reasoning
influenced them or not I have forgotten, and it matters but little, but
at any rate the party gave up the idea of returning and continued on
drifting down the river and prospecting wherever the conditions seemed
favorable, until old Fort Selkirk was reached, when they ascended the
Pelly, upon the bars of which stream the prospect of finding gold was
greatest. During all this long journey not a single Indian was seen
by the party, and only one deserted house, with an occasional peeled
spruce pole at long intervals that marked the temporary camps of the
few wandering natives. Young C---- took the jokes of his companions
upon his chart and its Indian towns good-naturedly enough, and the
map was nailed to a big spruce tree and used for a target for rifle
practice, but he often spoke to me in a far different strain as he
recounted the chances of his taking the journey alone aided solely by
this worthless map. In fact there is not an official or government map
of Alaska, that, taken as a whole, is worth the ink with which it is
printed. Limited explorations and surveys in this vast territory, such
as those of Captain Raymond on the Yukon, Lieutenant Ray on the Arctic
Coast, Lieutenant Stoney on the Putnam river, and many others, are
undoubtedly excellent, second to none in the world made under similar
circumstances, and confined strictly to the country actually traversed
by each, with broken line delineations in surrounding districts,
indicating conjectures; but as soon as these or such portions of them
as the Washington compiler may see fit to take, are dumped into a great
map of Alaska, they are so mixed with conjectural topography and map
work that one must know the history of Alaskan exploration about as
well as the history of his own life to be able to discriminate between
the good and the worthless.

Like Lake Marsh, Kluk-tas-si is full of mudbanks along its shores; its
issuing waters being clear as a mountain stream, while its incoming
tributaries are loaded with earthy deposits. So full of these is
Kluk-tas-si, and so much more contracted is the waterway through them,
that we thought we could detect a slight current when making our way
along in the blue water. This was especially noticeable when the wind
died down to a calm. In spite of all this, Kluk-tas-si offered fewer
difficulties in the way of making landings than Lake Marsh. It seemed
to me that but a brief geological period must elapse before these lakes
are filled with deposits, their new shores covered with timber, and
their beds contracted to the dimensions of the river. Such ancient
lakes appear to occur in the course of the stream further on.

We started at seven in the morning and were occupied until eight in
rowing and sailing through the tortuous channel which led to blue water
in the deep portion of the lake. To keep this channel readily we sent
the Indians ahead in the canoe, who sounded with their long paddles,
and by signals indicated the deepest parts. In spite of their exertions
we stuck a couple of times, and had to lower sail and jump overboard.
The wind kept slowly increasing and by the time we set the full spread
of our sail in bold water, we were forging along at such a rate that
we put out a trolling spoon, but nothing was caught, the huge craft
probably frightening every thing away. The wind died down and sprang up
again several times during the day, but every time it arose it was in
our favor. That evening by the time we reached Camp 21, on the eastern
shore of the lake, we had scored about thirteen miles, a very good
reckoning for lake travel any time.

The west bank of this lake is very picturesque about fourteen or
fifteen miles from its southern entrance, large towers and bastion-like
projections of red rock upheaving their huge flanks upon what seems
to be a well-marked island, but which is in reality a part of the
mainland, as our Indians assured us. According to the same authorities
a river comes in here at this point, having shores of the same
formation, and called by them the Red River. The frequency of this name
in American geographical nomenclature was to me sufficient reason for
abandoning it; and I gave the name of Richthofen to the rocks and river
(the latter, however, not having been seen by us), after Freiherr von
Richthofen of Leipsic, well known in geographical science. The next
evening was a still and beautiful one, with the lake's surface like a
mirror, and the reflection of the red rocks in the quiet water made the
most striking scene on our trip; two warm pictures of rosy red in the
sinking sun joined base to base by a thread of silver, at the edge of
the other shore. The eastern shores of the lake seem to be formed of
high rounded hills of light gray limestone, picturesquely striped with
the foliage of the dark evergreen growing in the ravines. From the lake
the contrast was very pretty, and showed a regularity that scarcely
seemed the work of nature. I named them the Hancock Hills after General
Hancock of the army. A number of salmon-trout were caught in this
lake (the first one was caught in Lake Nares), the largest of which
weighed over eight pounds, that being the limit of the pocket scales of
the doctor. Saturday the 7th gave us the most conflicting winds, and
although we were upon the waters of Kluk-tas-si, for twelve hours we
made but nine miles, a head wind driving us into Camp 22.

We did not allow the 8th to tempt us on the lake so readily, and the
day was employed in taking astronomical observations, arranging our
photographic apparatus and similar work, until early afternoon. At 1.30
P.M. a favorable breeze from the south sprang up, and by 2 o'clock was
raging in a gale, blowing over the tent where we were eating our midday
meal, filling the coffee and eatables with sand and gravel, and causing
a general scampering and chasing after the lighter articles of our
equipment, which took flight in the furious wind. Most exasperating of
all, it quickly determined us to break camp, and in less than half an
hour we had all of our effects stored on the vessel, and were pulling
off the beach, when just as our sail was spread the wind died down to
a zephyr hardly sufficient to keep away the mosquitoes. At 7 o'clock
the lake was as quiet as can be imagined, and after remaining almost
motionless for another hour we pulled into the steep bank, made our
beds on the slanting declivity at a place where it was impossible
to pitch a tent, and went to sleep only to be awakened at night by
showers of rain falling upon our upturned faces. We congratulated
ourselves that we were in a place where the drainage was good.

In the shallow water near the shores of Lake Kluk-tas-si, especially
where a little bar of pretty white sand put out into the banks of
glacier mud, one could always find innumerable shoals of small
graylings not over an inch in length, and our Indians immediately
improvised a mosquito bar into a fish net, catching hundreds of the
little fellows, which were used so successfully as bait with the larger
fish of the lake that we finally thought the end justified the means.

[Illustration: OUTLET OF LAKE KLUKTASSI.

Terminal Butte of the Hancock Hills (on the right).]

Instead of dying down as we spread sail early in the morning of the
9th, the wind actually freshened, upsetting all our prognostications,
and sending us along at a rate that allowed us to enter the river
early in the forenoon, and I doubt if the besiegers of a fortress
ever saw its flag go down with more satisfaction than we saw the rude
wall-tent sail come down forever, and left behind us the most tedious
and uncertain method of navigation an explorer was ever called upon to
attempt--a clumsy raft on a motionless lake, at the sport of variable
winds. Our joy was somewhat dampened at sticking several times on the
bars, one of which delayed us over half an hour.

In all these rivers just after emerging from the lakes the current was
quite swift, and so shallow in many places as almost to deserve the
name of rapids. This was particularly the case where the swift stream
cut into the high banks that loomed some forty to sixty feet above us
as we rushed by, a top stratum that rested upon the stiff yellow clay
being full of rounded bowlders, which, when undermined, were letdown
into the river's bed, choking it partially with most dangerous-looking
obstacles.

During the whole day we were passing through burned districts of heavy
timber that looked dismal enough, backed, as they were, by dense clouds
of black smoke rising ahead of us, showing plainly that the devastation
was still going on. Many of these sweepings of fire were quite old;
so old, in fact, that the dark rotting trunks had become mere banks
of brown stretched along the ground, the blackened bark of the stumps
being the only testimony as to the manner of its destruction. Others,
again, were so recent that the last rain had not yet beaten the white
ashes from their blackened limbs, while late that evening we dashed
through the region of smoke and flame we had discerned earlier in the
day. It is wonderful what great wide strips of river these flames will
cross, probably carried by the high winds, when light bunches of dry,
resinous matter are in a blaze. We saw one instance which, however,
must be a rare one, of a blazing tree that fell into the water, where
it immediately found a hydrostatic equilibrium, so that its upper
branches continued on fire, blazing and smoking away like a small steam
launch. It might readily have crossed the river as it floated down,
and becoming entangled in the dry driftwood of the opposite bank, have
been the nucleus of a new conflagration, the limits of which would have
been determined by the wind and the nature of the material in its path.
Of course, in such an intricate wilderness of black and brown trunks
and stumps, any kind of game that approaches to black in color, such
as a moose or black or brown bear; in fact, any thing darker than a
snow-white mountain-goat, can easily avoid the most eagle-eyed hunter,
by simply keeping still, since it could scarcely be distinguished at
any distance above a hundred yards.

The western banks at one stretch of the river consisted of high
precipitous banks of clay, fringed with timber at the summit. In one of
the many little gullies that cleft the top of the bank into a series
of rolling crescents, a member of the party perceived and drew our
attention to a brown stump which seemed to have an unusual resemblance
to a "grizzly bear," to use his expression. The resemblance was marked
by all to such an extent that the stump was closely watched, and when,
as we were from four to six hundred yards away, the stump picked up its
roots and began to walk down the <DW72>, there was a general scrambling
around for guns, giving the stump an intimation that all was not
right, and with one good look from a couple of knots on its side, it
disappeared among the rest of the timber before a shot at a reasonable
distance could be fired. Thereafter our guns were kept in a more
convenient position for such drift timber.

After we had made a good forty miles that day, we felt perfectly
justified in going into camp and about seven o'clock we commenced
looking for one. The river was uniformly wide, without a break that
would give slack water where we could decrease our rapid pace, and that
day commenced an experience such as I have treated of in the chapter
on rafting. Not knowing the efficacy of this method at the time, we
did not find a camp until 8:15, but back of us lay over forty-five
miles of distance traversed, which amply compensated us for the slight
annoyance. Ahead of us there still hung dense clouds of smoke which
seemed as if the whole world was on fire in that direction. An hour or
so after camping (No. 24) a couple of miners came into camp, ragged
and hungry, the most woe-begone objects I ever saw. They belonged to a
party that numbered nearly a dozen and who had started about a month
ahead of us. These two had left a third at camp about a mile up the
river (from which point they had seen us float by), and were returning
to civilization in order to allow the rest of the party food sufficient
to enable them to continue prospecting. The party, at starting, had
intended to eke out their civilized provisions with large game from
time to time, in order to carry them through the summer. They were
well armed and had several practical hunters with them, who had often
carried out this plan while prospecting in what seemed to be less
favored localities for game. Their experience confirmed the Indian
reports that the caribou and moose follow the snow-line as it retreats
up the mountains in the short summer of this country, in order to avoid
the mosquitoes, with the exception only of a few stragglers here and
there, on which no reliance can be placed. It was certainly a most
formidable undertaking for these ragged, almost barefooted men to walk
back through such a country as I have already described, with but a
mere pittance of food in their haversacks. Possessing no reliable maps,
they were obliged to follow the tortuous river, for fear of losing it,
since it was their only guide out of the country. Large tributaries
coming in from the west, which was the side they had chosen, often
forced them to go many weary miles into the interior before they could
be crossed. They hoped to find an Indian canoe by the time the lakes
were reached, but from the scarcity of these craft I doubt if their
hopes were ever realized. I heard afterward that they had suffered
considerably on this return trip, especially in crossing through the
Perrier Pass, and had to be rescued in the Dayay Valley by Indians from
the Haines Mission.

The country was constantly getting more open as we proceeded, and now
looked like the rolling hill-land of old England. By the word open,
however, I do not mean to imply the absence of timber, for the growth
of spruce and pine on the hills and of the deciduous trees in the
valleys continued as dense as ever, and so remained nearly to the mouth
of the river, varying, however, in regard to size and species.

Upon the 10th, the current did not abate a jot of its swiftness, and
although we started tolerably late, yet when Camp 25 was pitched, at
8:15 P.M., in a thick grove of little poplars (there being no prospect
of a better camp in sight), we had scored 59 miles along the axis of
the stream, the best record for one day made on the river. About 10
o'clock, that morning, we again passed through forest fires that were
raging on both sides of the river, which averages at this point from
300 to 400 yards in width. A commendable scarcity of mosquitoes was
noticed on this part of the river.

Shortly after noon we passed the mouth of a large river, from 150
to 200 yards in width, which my Chilkat Indians told me was called
the Tah-heen'-a by them. The resemblance of this name to that of the
Tahk-heen'-a made me abandon it, and I called it after M. Antoine
D'Abbadie, Membre d'Institut, the French explorer. In regard to Indian
names on this part of the Yukon River, I found that a white man labors
under one difficulty not easy to overcome. The Chilkats, who are,
as it were, the self-appointed masters over the docile and degraded
"Sticks," while in the country of the latter, have one set of names
and the "Sticks," or Tahk-heesh, have another. Oftentimes the name of
a geographical object is the same in meaning, differing only according
to the language. More often the names are radically different, and what
is most perplexing of all, the Sticks will give the same name as the
Chilkats in the presence of the latter, thus acknowledging in the most
humble and abject way their savage suzerainty.

For some time before reaching the mouth of the D'Abbadie high hills
had been rising on the eastern <DW72>, until near this tributary their
character had become truly mountainous. I called them the Semenow
Mountains, after Von Semenow, President of the Imperial Geographical
Society of Russia. They extend from the D'Abbadie River on the north
to the Newberry River (after Professor Newberry, of New York), on the
south. Between them and the Hancock Hills is located an isolated and
conspicuous butte which I named after M. Charles Maunoir, of the Paris
Geographical Society. A very similar hill between the Tahk River and
the Yukon was named after Professor Ernst Haeckel, of Jena, Germany.
The mouth of the D'Abbadie marks an important point on the Yukon River,
as being the place at which gold begins to be found in placer deposits.
From the D'Abbadie almost to the very mouth of the great Yukon, a
panful of "dirt" taken with any discretion from almost any bar or bank,
will when washed give several "colors," to use a miner's phrase. The
Daly River comes in from the east some forty miles further on, measured
along the stream, forming, with the Newberry and D'Abbadie, a singular
trio of almost similar streams. The last-mentioned river I have named
after Chief Justice Daly, of New York, a leading patron of my Franklin
Search expedition. The frequent occurrence of large tributaries flowing
from the east showed this to be the main drainage area of the Upper
Yukon, a rule to which the sole exception of the Nordenskiöld River
(after Baron von Nordenskiöld, the celebrated Swedish explorer of the
Arctic), which comes in from the west, fifty miles beyond the Daly,
and is the peer of any of the three just mentioned. Immediately after
passing those rivers, the Newberry especially, the Yukon became very
much darker in hue, showing, as I believe, that the tributaries
drained a considerable amount of what might be called--possibly
inappropriately--"tundra" land, _i.e._, where the water, saturated
with the dyes extracted from dead leaves and mosses, is prevented by
an impervious substratum of ice from clarifying itself by percolating
through the soil, and is carried off by superficial drainage directly
into the river-beds. Where we camped on the night of the 25th I
noticed that many of the dead seasoned poplars with which we built our
camp-fire and cooked our food had been killed in previous winters by
the hares, that had peeled the bark in a circle around the trunk at
such a uniform height of from twenty to twenty-four inches from the
ground, measured from the lower edge of the girdle, that I could not
but think that this was about the average depth of the winter snow,
upon which the hares stood at the time. On the 11th we drifted over
fifty miles. Shortly after starting we passed the mouth of the Daly,
already referred to, while directly ahead was a noticeable hill named
by the Chilkats Eagles' Nest, and by the Tahk-heesh Otter Tail, each
in their own language. I easily saw my way out of the difficulty by
changing its name to Parkman Peak, after Professor Francis Parkman, the
well-known American historian.

[Illustration: LOOKING BACK AT THE RINK RAPIDS.]

[Illustration: LORING BLUFF.

(Looking up the Yukon River from Von Wilczek Valley)]

We passed the mouth of the Nordenskiöld River on the afternoon of the
11th, and the same day our Indians told us of a perilous rapid ahead
which the Indians of the country sometimes shot in their small rafts;
but they felt very anxious in regard to our bulky vessel of forty-two
feet in length, as the stream made a double sharp bend with a huge
rock in the center. We started late on the morning of the 12th, and
at 10 o'clock stopped our raft on the eastern bank in order to go
ahead and inspect the rapids which we were about to shoot. I found
them to be a contraction of the river bed, into about one-third its
usual width of from four to six hundred yards, and that the stream
was also impeded by a number of massive trap rocks, thirty to forty
feet high, lying directly in the channel and dividing it into three
or four well marked channels, the second from the east, being the one
ordinarily used by the Indians. We rejected this, however, on account
of a sharp turn in it which could not be avoided. These rapids were
very picturesque, as they rushed between the fantastically formed trap
rocks and high towers, two of which were united by a slender natural
bridge of stone, that spanned a whirlpool, making the whole look
like an old ruined stone bridge with but one arch that had withstood
the general demolition. We essayed the extreme right-hand (eastern)
passage, although it was quite narrow and its boiling current was
covered with waves running two and three feet high, but being the
straightest was the best for our long craft. Thousands of gulls had
made the top of these isolated towers their breeding places, for
nothing but winged life could ever reach them, and here, safe from all
intrusion, they reared their young. As we shot by on the raft they
rose in clouds and almost drowned the noise of the roaring waters with
their shrill cries. This extreme right-hand channel through which we
shot, could, I believe, be ascended by a light-draft river steamer
provided with a steam windlass, a sharp bend in the river bank just
before it is entered giving a short and secure hold for a cable rope;
and if I am not too sanguine in my conjectures, the cascades below
the Grand Cañon mark the head of navigation on the Yukon River, as
already noted. I named this picturesque little rapid after Dr. Henry
Rink, of Christiana, a well-known authority on Greenland. After the
Yukon receives the many large tributaries mentioned, it spreads into
quite a formidable magnitude; interspersed with many islands, all of
which at their upper ends, are so loaded with great piles of driftwood,
oftentimes fifteen to twenty feet high, as to make the vista in one of
these archipelagoes quite different according as one looks up or down
the river, the former resembling the picturesque Thousand Isles of the
St. Lawrence, while the latter reveals only a dreary stretch of felled
timber, lying in unpicturesque groups, with the bright green of the
island foliage making the dreariness more conspicuous.

From Lake Kluk-tas-si almost to old Fort Selkirk we observed along
the steep banks of the river a most conspicuous white stripe some two
or three inches in width. After our attention had been attracted to
this phenomenon for two or three days, we proceeded to investigate
it. It averaged about two or three feet below the surface, and seemed
to separate the recent alluvial deposits from the older beds of clay
and drift below, although occasionally it appeared to cut into both,
especially the alluvium. Occasionally, although at very rare intervals,
there were two stripes parallel to each other and separated by a few
inches of black earth, while oftentimes the stripe was plain on one
side of the river and wholly wanting on the other. A close inspection
showed it to be volcanic ash, sufficiently consolidated to have the
consistency of stiff earth, but nevertheless so friable that it could
be reduced to powder by the thumb and fingers. It possibly represents
the result of some exceptionally violent eruption in ancient times from
one or more of the many volcanic cones, now probably extinct, with
which the whole southern coast of Alaska is studded. The ashes were
carried far and wide by the winds, and if the latter then, as now,
blew almost persistently from the southward during the summer (and I
understand the reverse is the case in the winter), we could reasonably
fix the eruption at that time of the year.

[Illustration: INDIAN VILLAGE OF KITL-AH-GON IN THE VON WILCZEK
VALLEY.]

The Yukon River as it widens also becomes very tortuous in many places,
and oftentimes a score of miles is traversed along the axis of the
stream while the dividers on the map hardly show half a dozen between
the same points. In the region about the mouth of the Nordenskiöld
River a conspicuous bald butte could be seen directly in front of
our raft no less than seven times, on as many different stretches of
the river. I called it Tantalus Butte, and was glad enough to see it
disappear from sight.

The day we shot the Rink Rapids, and only a few hours afterward, we
also saw our first moose plowing through the willow brush on the
eastern bank of the stream like a hurricane in his frantic endeavors
to escape, an undertaking in which he was completely successful. When
first seen by one of the party on the raft, his great broad palmated
horns rolling through the top of the willow brake, with an occasional
glimpse of his brownish black sides showing, he was mistaken for an
Indian running down a path in the brake and swaying his arms in the
air to attract our attention. My Winchester express rifle was near me,
and as the ungainly animal came into full sight at a place where a
little creek put into the stream, up the valley of which it started,
I had a fair shot at about a hundred yards; took good aim, pulled
the trigger--and the cap snapped,--and I saved my reputation as a
marksman by the gun's missing fire. This moose and another about four
hundred miles further down the river were the only two we saw in the
Yukon Valley, although in the winter they are quite numerous in some
districts, when the mosquitoes have ceased their onslaughts.

That same evening--the 12th, we encamped near the first Indian village
we had met on the river, and even this was deserted. It is called by
them Kitl-ah-gon (meaning the place between high hills), and consists
of one log house about eighteen by thirty feet, and a score of the
brush houses usual in this country; that is, three main poles, one
much longer than the rest, and serving as a ridge pole on which to
pile evergreen brush to complete the house. This brush is sometimes
replaced by the most thoroughly ventilated reindeer or moose skin, and
in rare cases by an old piece of canvas. Such are the almost constant
habitations of these abject creatures. When I first saw these rude
brush houses, thrown together without regard to order or method, I
thought they were scaffoldings or trellis work on which the Indians,
who lived in the log house, used to dry the salmon caught by them
during the summer, but my guide, Indianne, soon explained that theory
away. In the spring Kitl-ah-gon is deserted by its Indian inmates, who
then ascend the river with loads so light that they may be carried
on the back. By the time winter approaches they have worked so far
away, accumulating the scanty stores of salmon, moose, black bear, and
caribou, on which they are to subsist, that they build a light raft
from the driftwood strewn along banks of the river, and float toward
home, where they live in squalor throughout the winter. These rafts
are almost their sole means of navigation from the Grand Cañon to old
Fort Selkirk, and the triangular brush houses almost their only abodes;
and all this in a country teeming with wood fit for log-houses, and
affording plenty of birch bark from which can be made the finest of
canoes. Kitl-ah-gon is in a beautiful large valley, as its Indian name
would imply (I named it Von Wilczek Valley, after Graf von Wilczek of
Vienna), and I was surprised to see it drained by so small a stream
as the one, but ten or twenty feet wide, which empties itself at the
valley's mouth. Its proximity to the Pelly, twenty miles further on,
forbids its draining a great area, yet its valley is much the more
conspicuous of the two. Photographs of this and adjacent scenes on
the river were secured by Mr. Homan before departing, and a rough
"prospect" in the high bank near the river showed "color" enough to
encourage the hope of some enthusiastic miner in regard to finding
something more attractive. Looking back up the Yukon a most prominent
landmark is found in a bold bluff that will always be a conspicuous
point on the river, and which is shown on page 193. I named this bluff
after General Charles G. Loring, of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.

[Illustration: UPPER END OF THE INGERSOL ISLANDS.

(Looking down the river from Von Wilczek Valley).]

From Von Wilczek valley to old Fort Selkirk is but a little over twenty
miles; and the river is so full of islands in many places that for
long stretches we could hardly see both banks at a time, while it was
nothing unusual to have both out of sight at points where the islands
were most numerous. This cluster of islands (named after Colonel
Ingersoll, of Washington), is, I think, situated in the bed of one of
the ancient lakes of which I have spoken, although the opinion of a
professional geologist would be needed to settle such a matter.

At 3 P.M. we reached the site of old Fort Selkirk. All our maps, some
half a dozen in number, except one, had placed the site of Selkirk
at the junction of the Pelly and Yukon between the two, the single
exception noted placing it on the north bank of the Pelly where the
streams unite. Noticing this discrepancy I asked Indianne for an
explanation, and he told me that neither was correct, but that the
chimneys of the old ruins would be found on the south side of the
river about a mile below the junction, and I found him correct, the
chimneys being visible fully a mile before we reached them. Here we
were on land familiar to the footsteps of white men who had made
maps and charts, that rough and rude though they were, were still
entitled to respect, and accordingly at this point I considered that
my explorations had ceased, although my surveys were continued to the
mouth of the river; making the distinction that the first survey only
is an exploration, a distinction which I believe is rapidly coming into
vogue. Altogether on the Yukon River, this far, there had been taken
thirty-four astronomical observations, four hundred and twenty-five
with the prismatic compass, and two for variation of compass. I have no
doubt that these are sufficiently accurate at least for all practical
purposes of geographical exploration in this country, until more exact
surveys are demanded by the opening of some industry or commerce,
should that time ever come. The total length of this portion of the
river just traversed from Haines Mission to Selkirk was five hundred
and thirty-nine miles; the total length of the raft journey from its
commencement at the camp on Lake Lindeman being four hundred and
eighty-seven miles; while we had sailed and "tracked" and rowed across
seven lakes for a distance aggregating one hundred and thirty-four
miles.

[Illustration: RUINS OF OLD FORT SELKIRK.

The sharp bluff across the river, shown between the two right-hand
chimneys, is the same figured more closely on page 209 as being at the
mouth of the Pelly]




CHAPTER IX.

THROUGH THE UPPER RAMPARTS.


[Illustration: "In the Upper Ramparts."]

At the site of old Fort Selkirk commences the Upper Ramparts of the
Yukon, or where that mighty stream cuts through the terminal spurs of
the Rocky Mountains, a distance of nearly four hundred miles, the first
hundred of which, terminating near the mouth of the Stewart River, are
almost equal to the Yosemite or Yellowstone in stupendous grandeur.

I was very anxious to determine beyond all reasonable doubt the
relative sizes of the two rivers whose waters unite just above old
Fort Selkirk, as upon this determination rested the important question
whether the Pelly or the Lewis River of the old Hudson Bay traders,
who had roughly explored the former, ought to be called the Yukon
proper; and in order to settle this point I was fully prepared and
determined to make exact measurements, soundings, rate of current and
any other data that might be necessary. This information, however, was
unnecessary except in a rough form, as the preponderance of the old
Lewis River was too evident to the most casual inspection to require
any exactness to confirm it. The ratio of their respective width is
about five to three, with about the ratio of five to four in depth;
the latter, however, being a very rough approximation; the Lewis River
being superior in both, and for this reason I abandoned the latter
name, and it appears on the map as the Yukon to Crater Lake at its head.

At old Fort Selkirk nothing but the chimneys, three in number--two
of them quite conspicuous at some distance--are left standing, the
blackened embers scattered around still attesting the manner of its
fate. From the careful and substantial manner in which the rubble stone
chimneys were constructed, this Hudson Bay Company post was evidently
intended to be permanent, and from the complete destruction of all the
wood work, the Chilkat Indians, its destroyers, evidently intended
that its effacement should be complete. The fate of this post has been
alluded to in an earlier part of the narrative. Here we remained two or
three days, making an astronomical determination of position, the mean
of our results being latitude 62° 45' 46" north, longitude 137° 22' 45"
west from Greenwich.

[Illustration: LOOKING INTO THE MOUTH OF THE PELLY RIVER.

(The Pelly enters between the black perpendicular bluff and the high
hills beyond.)]

No meteorological observations were taken thus far on the river, the
party not being furnished with a complete set of instruments, and our
rapid passage through a vast tract of territory making the usefulness
to science highly problematical. The nearest point to the Upper Yukon
at which regular observations of this character are recorded is the
Chilkat salmon-cannery of the North-west Trading Company, on Chilkat
Inlet. The two regions are separated by the Kotusk Mountains, a
circumstance which makes meteorological inferences very unreliable.
Climatology is better represented, however, in regard to the subject
of botany. Quite a number of botanical specimens were collected on the
Upper Yukon, and have since been placed in the able hands of Professor
Watson, curator of the Harvard herbarium, for analysis. While only a
partial and crude collection made by an amateur, it has thrown some
little light on the general character of the flora, as limited to
the river bed, which we seldom quitted in the discharge of our more
important duties connected with the main object of the expedition.
Professor Watson's report on this small collection will be found in the
Appendix.

The extent of the Alaskan expedition of 1883 was so great that I deemed
it best to divide the map of its route into convenient sections; and
the three subdivisions, the second of which this chapter commences,
were made wholly with reference to my own travels. It is therefore
not intended in any other way as a geographical division of this
great river, although it might not be altogether unavailable or
inappropriate for such a purpose. The Middle Yukon, as we called it on
our expedition, extends from the site of old Fort Selkirk to old Fort
Yukon, at _the great Arctic bend of the Yukon_, as it is sometimes
and very appropriately termed--a part of the stream which we know
approximately from the rough maps of the Hudson Bay Company's traders,
who formerly trafficked along these waters, and from information
derived from pioneers of the Western Union Telegraph Company and
others. This part of the river, nearly five hundred miles in length,
had, therefore, already been explored; and to my expedition fell the
lot of being the first to give it a survey, which though far from
perfection, is the first worthy of the name, and is, I believe, like
that of the Upper Yukon, sufficient to answer all purposes until such
time as commerce may be established on the river subservient to the
industries, either of mining or of fishing, that may hereafter spring
up along its course.

I have just spoken of the comparative sizes of the Pelly and Lewis
Rivers, as showing the latter to be undoubtedly the Yukon proper; and
the view on page 209, taken looking into the mouth of the Pelly from
an island at the junction of the two streams, as well as that on page
213, looking back up the Yukon (old Lewis River), from the site of old
Selkirk, shows the evident preponderance of the latter, although in the
case of the Pelly but one of its mouths, the lower and larger of the
two that encircle the island, can be seen distinctly.

The bars at the mouth of the Pelly are a little richer in placer gold
"color" than any for a considerable distance on either side along the
Yukon, creating the reasonable inference that the mineral has been
carried down the former stream, an inference which is strengthened by
the reports that gold in paying quantities has been discovered on the
Pelly, and is now being worked successfully, although upon a somewhat
limited scale. Even the high, flat plateau on which old Fort Selkirk
was built is a bed of fine gravel that glistens with grains of gold in
the miner's pan, and might possibly "pay" in more favorable climes,
where the ground is not frozen the greater part of the year. Little did
the old traders of the Hudson's Bay Company imagine that their house
was built on such an auriferous soil, and possibly little did they
care, as in this rich fur district they possessed an enterprise more
valuable than a gold mine, if an American can imagine such a thing.

[Illustration: VIEW LOOKING UP THE YUKON FROM THE SITE OF FORT
SELKIRK.]

The perpendicular bluff of eruptive rock, distinctly columnar in many
places, and with its talus reaching from half to two-thirds the way
to the top, as shown in the view looking into the mouth of the Pelly,
on page 209, and the view on page 205 also, extends up that stream on
the north or right bank as far as it was visited, some two or three
miles, and so continues down the Yukon along the same (north) bank for
twelve or thirteen miles, when the encroaching high mountains, forming
the upper gates of the ramparts, obliterate it as a later formation.
In but one place that I saw along this extended front of rocky parapet
was there a gap sufficient to permit of one's climbing from the bottom,
over the rough _débris_, to the level grassy plateau that extended
backward from its crest; although in many places this plateau could be
gained by alpine climbing for short distances, up the crevices in the
body of the steep rock. This level plateau does not extend far back
before the foot of the high rolling hills is gained.

In the illustration on page 209 the constant barricades of tangled
driftwood encountered everywhere on the up-stream ends and promontories
of the many islands of these rivers are shown, although the quantity
shown in the view falls greatly below the average, the heads of the
islands being often piled up with stacks ten or twenty feet high, which
are useful in one way, as forming a dam that serves during freshets and
high water, to protect them more or less from the eroding power of the
rapid river.

A grave or burial place of the Ayan (or Iyan) Indians probably some
three months old, planted on the very edge of the river bank near the
site of old Fort Selkirk, was a type of the many we afterward saw at
intervals from this point for about two-thirds of the distance to old
Fort Yukon, and is represented on page 217. Before burial the body
is bent with the knees up to the breast, so as to occupy as little
longitudinal space as possible, and is inclosed in a very rough box of
hewn boards two and three inches thick, cut out by means of rude native
axes, and is then buried in the ground, the lid of the coffin, if it
can be called such, seldom being over a foot or a foot and a half below
the surface of the pile. The grave's inclosure or fence is constructed
of roughly-hewn boards, standing upright and closely joined edge to
edge, four corner-posts being prolonged above, and somewhat neatly
rounded into a bed-post design represented in the figure, from which
they seldom depart. It is lashed at the top by a wattling of willow
withes, the lower ends of the boards being driven a short way into the
ground, while one or two intermediate stripes of red paint resemble
other bands when viewed at a distance. From the grave itself is erected
a long, light pole twenty or twenty-five feet in height, having usually
a piece of  cloth flaunting from its top; although in this
particular instance the cloth was of a dirty white. Not far away, and
always close enough to show that it is some superstitious adjunct of
the grave itself, stands another pole of about equal height, to the top
of which there is fastened a poorly carved wooden figure of a fish,
duck, goose, bear, or some other animal or bird, this being, I believe,
a sort of savage _totem_ designating the family or sub-clan of the
tribe to which the deceased belonged.

[Illustration: AYAN GRAVE NEAR OLD FORT SELKIRK.

Looking across and down the Yukon River.] This second pole may be,
and very often is, a fine young spruce tree of proper height and shape
and convenient situation, stripped of its limbs and peeled of its
bark. The little "totem" figure at the top may thus be easily placed
in position before the limbs are cut off. It is sometimes constructed
as a weather-vane, or more probably it is easier to secure firmly in
its position by a wooden pin driven vertically, and so as the green
wood seasons and shrinks it becomes as it were a sepulchral anemoscope
without having been so intended. These poles may be horizontally
striped with native red paint, and the outside pole has one or more
pieces of cloth suspended from its trunk. These graves are always near
the river shore, generally on the edge of a high gravel bank which is
in course of excavation by the swift current, and when fresh and the
boards white are visible from a distance of many miles. There is no
tendency, as far as I could see, to group them into graveyards, beyond
the fact that they are a little more numerous near their semi-permanent
villages than elsewhere, the convenience of interment being evidently
the controlling cause of location. Leaving out the two high poles,
there is a rough resemblance to the graves of civilized countries;
and no doubt much of their form and structure is due to the direct or
indirect contact with civilization. My own Indians (Chilkats) told me
that they formerly placed the bodies of their dead on pole scaffoldings
in the branches of the trees near the river bank, somewhat after the
manner of the Sioux and other Indian tribes of our great western
plains; and in one instance a very old, rotten and dilapidated scaffold
in a tree was pointed out to me as having once served that purpose,
although there were no indications to confirm the story; but these
might have easily been obliterated. They also make small scaffoldings
or little _caches_ in the lower branches of trees to protect their
contents, usually provisions and clothing, from bears, wolves, and
possibly from their own dogs, of which they possess large numbers
of a black and brown mongrel breed. In the summer time these curs
are eminently worthless except as scavengers for the refuse decaying
salmon, but in the winter season they are used to draw the rude native
sledges and to assist in trailing moose and caribou.

[Illustration: CROSS-SECTION AYAN CANOE PADDLE.]

Mr. Homan succeeded in getting a photograph (page 221), of a group of
Ayan or Iyan Indians, with their birch-bark canoes. We found it very
difficult to keep these nervous fellows still; and, as far as fine
rendering of features is concerned, the photograph was not perfect.
Their birch-bark canoes are the best on any part of the long river for
lightness, compactness, and neatness of build and design, and form a
most remarkable contrast to the unwieldy dilapidated "dug-outs'" of
the Tahk-heesh Indians above them on the Yukon. The Ayan canoe paddle,
well shown in outline in the hands of one of the group, is of the
cross-section on this page, the ridge or rib _r_ being always held to
the rear in using it. In addition to the paddle, the canoeman keeps
with him two light poles, about as long as the paddle itself, and as
heavy as its handle; and these are employed in ascending the river,
the pole man keeping near the shallow shores, and using one in each
hand on either side of the canoe, poling against the bottom. So swift
is the river in these parts (and in fact it is extremely rapid during
its entire course), that the native canoemen use no other method in
ascending it, except for very short distances. The Eskimo method, in
use on the lower part of the river, of harnessing dogs to their craft
like canal horses and towing them along the banks, I did not see in
operation during my stay among the Ayans, although they possessed all
the requisites for such an easy and convenient method of navigation. In
descending the river the current is the main motive power, especially
for long journeys, and the paddle is only sparingly used to keep the
canoe in the swiftest part of the stream. When required, however, they
can go at a speed that few canoemen in the world, savage or civilized,
can equal.

[Illustration: AYAN INDIANS AND THEIR BIRCH-BARK CANOES.]

Two species of fish were caught from the banks near the site of
Selkirk, the grayling being of the same kind we had caught near the
rapids just above and below the Grand Cañon, and had found in varying
numbers from Perthes Point in Lake Bove, to the mouth of White River,
nearly a hundred miles below Selkirk, averaging a trifle over a pound
in weight; and a trout-like salmon, caught occasionally from Lake Nares
to White River, sometimes with an artificial fly, but more frequently
on the trout lines with baited hooks that were put out over night
wherever we camped. A most disgusting and hideous species of eel-pout
monopolized our trout lines whenever they were put out at this point,
from which even the invincible stomachs of our Indian allies and
visitors had to refrain. Small black gnats, somewhat resembling the
buffalo gnats of the plains, were observed near Selkirk in considerable
numbers, and our Indians hinted that they indicated the presence of
large game, a story which we would gladly have had corroborated, but
in this we were disappointed.

We got away from Selkirk on July 15th, shortly after noontime,
having waited for a meridian culmination of the sun in order to take
an observation for latitude. The country gradually becomes more
mountainous as we descend, and this bold character continues with but
slight exceptions for over a hundred miles further. The river view
reminded me strongly of the Columbia River near the Cascades, the
Hudson at West Point, or the Potomac at Harper's Ferry, differing
only in the presence everywhere of innumerable islands, a permanent
characteristic of the Yukon, and one in which it exceeds any other
stream known to me, whether from observation or description.

Although we had understood from the few Indians who had visited us
in their canoes, that their village was but a few miles below Fort
Selkirk, we had become so accustomed to finding insignificant parties
of natives, here and there, that it was a great surprise to us when we
suddenly rounded the lower end of an island about four o'clock that
afternoon, and saw from a hundred and seventy-five to two hundred wild
savages drawn up ready to receive us on the narrow beach in front
of their brush village on the south side of the river. Our coming
had evidently been heralded by couriers, and all of the natives were
apparently half-frantic with excitement for fear we might drift by
without visiting them. They ran up and down the bank wildly swaying
their arms in the air, and shouting and screaming to the great fleet of
canoes that surrounded us, until I feared they might have unfriendly
designs, and in fact, their numbers appeared so overwhelming when
compared with our little band that I gave the necessary orders in
respect to arms so as to give the Indians as little advantage as
possible in case of an encounter at such close quarters. A line was
carried ashore by means of these canoes, and every man, woman and child
in the crowd made an attempt to get hold of it, the foremost of them
running out into the ice-cold water up to the very arm-pits in order to
seize it, and the great gridiron of logs went cutting through the water
like a steam-launch, and brought up against the shore in a way that
nearly took us off our feet.

Immediately after our raft was securely moored, the crowd of Indians
who lined the narrow beach commenced singing and dancing--men and boys
on the (their) left, and women and girls on the right. The song was
low and monotonous, but not melodious, bearing a resemblance to savage
music in general. Their outspread hands were placed on their hips,
their arms _akimbo_, and they swayed from side to side as far as their
lithe bodies would permit, keeping time to the rude tune in alternate
oscillations to the right and left, all moving synchronously and in
the same direction, their long black masses of hair floating wildly to
and fro, and serving the practical purpose of keeping off the gnats
and mosquitoes which otherwise might have made any out-door enjoyments
impossible. During all this time the medicine men went through the most
hideous gymnastics possible along the front of the line, one who had
a blue-black blanket with a St. George's cross of flaming red in its
center being especially conspicuous. He excelled in striking theatrical
attitudes of the most sensational order, in which the showy blanket was
made to do its part, and he was forthwith dubbed Hamlet by the men
of the party, by way of a substitute for his almost unpronounceable
name. Even after the performance, this pompous individual strutted
along the banks as if he owned the whole British North-west territory;
a pretension that was contradicted by his persistent begging for every
trifling object that attracted his eye, as though he had never owned
any thing of value in his life. After the singing and dancing were
over, a few trifling presents were given to most of the Indians as a
reward for their entertainment. A photograph was attempted by Mr. Homan
of this dancing group, but the day was so unfavorable, with its black
lowering clouds, the amateur apparatus so incomplete, and the right
moment so hard to seize, that the effect was a complete failure. Once
or twice we got the long line in position in their best attitudes,
"Hamlet" looking his most ferocious, and resembling a spread eagle with
the feathers pulled out, but just as the photographer was ready to pull
the cap off the camera, some impatient young fellow, inspired by the
crowd and the attitude of dancing, would begin to hum their low song of
Yi-yi-yi-yi's and it was as impossible to keep the others from taking
up the cadence and swaying themselves as it was to arrest the earth's
revolution.

From a book written by a previous traveler on the lower river, who
pretended to a knowledge of the tribes upon its upper part also, I had
been deluded into the idea that useful articles--such as knives, saws,
and files,--were the best for trading purposes with these Indians,
or for the hire of native help; but I was not long in finding out
that this was most gratuitous misinformation; for the constant burden
of their solicitations was a request for tea and tobacco, small
quantities of which they get by barter with intermediate riparian
tribes. These wants I found to extend among the natives throughout
the whole length of the river in varying degrees, and, as the former
article is very light, I would especially recommend it to those about
to enter the country for purposes of scientific research, for which it
is such a grand field. Next to tea and tobacco, which we could only
spare in small quantities, fish-hooks seemed to be in good demand among
this particular tribe; and the very few articles they had to spare,
mostly horn spoons, and birch-bark ladles and buckets were eagerly
exchanged. Below White River, fishing on the Yukon with hook and line
ceases, and fish-hooks are worthless as articles of exchange. Another
article freely brought us was the pair of small bone gambling-tools
(shown on this page) so characteristic of the whole north-west country.
They have been described when speaking of the Chilkat Indians and I saw
no material difference in their _use_ by this particular tribe.

[Illustration: AYAN AND CHILKAT GAMBLING TOOLS. Scale 1/2.]

These Indians call themselves the A-yans--with an occasional leaning
of the pronunciation toward I-yan; and this village, so they said,
contained the majority of the tribe, although from their understanding
of the question they may have meant that it was the largest village of
the tribe. Their country, as they claim it, extends up the Pelly--the
Indian name of which is _Ayan_--to the lakes, up the Yukon from this
point to the village of Kitl-ah-gon, and down that stream to near the
mouth of the White and Stewart Rivers, where they are succeeded by a
tribe called the _Netch-on'-dees_ or _Na-chon'-des_--the Indian name
of the Stewart River being Na-chon'-de. They are a strictly riparian
race of people and define their country only as it extends along the
principal streams. From the river as a home or base, however, they
make frequent hunting excursions to the interior in the winter time
for moose and caribou. This village, which they called _Kah-tung_,
seemed to be of a semi-permanent character; the houses or huts made
of spruce brush, over the top of which there was an occasional piece
of well-worn cloth or dirty canvas, but more often a moose or caribou
skin. These brush houses were squalid affairs, and especially so
compared with the bright intelligent features of the makers, and with
some of their other handicraft, such as their canoes and native wearing
apparel. The little civilized clothing they possess is obtained by
barter with neighboring tribes, and has generally been worn out by the
latter before they exchange, hence it is tattered and filthy beyond
measure, and in no wise so well adapted to their purpose as the native
clothing of buckskin. One could hardly stand up in these brush houses,
they were built so low, and any attempt to do so was frustrated by the
quantities of odoriferous salmon hanging down from the squat roofs,
undergoing a process of smoking in the dense clouds that emanated from
spruce-knot fires on the floor. These ornaments, coupled with the thick
carpeting of live dogs upon the floor, made the outside of the house
the most pleasant part of it. The houses were generally double, facing
each other, with a narrow aisle a foot or two wide between, each one
containing a single family, and being about the area of a common or
government A tent. The ridge-poles were common to the two houses, and
as both leaned forward considerably this gave them strength to resist
violent winds. The diagram on this page gives a ground plan of an Ayan
double brush-house. The village of Kah-tung contained about twenty of
these squalid huts, huddled near the river bank, and altogether was the
largest Indian village we saw on the whole length of the Yukon River.

[Illustration: PLAN OF AYAN SUMMER HOUSE OF BRUSH.]

There was a most decided Hebrew cast of countenance among many of the
Ayans; more pronounced, in fact, than I have ever seen among savages,
and so much so as to make it a subject of constant remark.

Their household implements were of the most primitive type,--such as
spoons of the horn of the mountain goat, very similar to those of the
Tlinkits, but by no means so well carved; and a few buckets, pans, and
trays of birch-bark, ingeniously constructed of one piece so as not to
leak, and neatly sewed with long withes of trailing roots. (The finer
thread-like spruce roots, well-boiled, are, I believe, generally used
by them in sewing their birch-bark canoes and utensils.)

Their present village was, as I have said, evidently only of a
semi-permanent character, used in the summer during the time that
salmon were ascending the river to spawn; the bright red sides of
this fish, as they were hanging around, split open, forming a not
inartistic contrast with the dark green spruce boughs of the houses and
surrounding forests; the artistic effect, however, was best appreciated
when holding one's nose. Scattered around in every direction was a
horde of dogs that defied computation, and it must be an immense drain
on their commissariat to keep these animals alive let alone in good
condition. The amount of active exercise they took, however, would not
suffice to reduce them in flesh, for their principal occupation seemed
to be unlimited sleep.

[Illustration: KON-IT'L, CHIEF OF THE AYANS.]

Although we were not successful in getting a photograph of the long
group of dancers, we were more fortunate with a group of the chiefs
and medicine-man "Hamlet," from which the portrait on this page, of
Kon-it'l, their chief, is taken. It was impossible to get them to
face the camera at such short range until one of the members of the
exploring party took his position with them, while Mr. Homan secured
the photograph.

The Ayan mothers, instead of carrying their babes on their backs with
their faces to the front, as is usually done by savage women, unless
when using a cradle, turn them around so as to have them back to back,
and carry them so low as to fit as it were into the "small of the back."

[Illustration: AYAN MOOSE ARROW.]

Most of the Ayan men, and especially the younger members, were armed
with bows and arrows, but there was quite a considerable sprinkling
of old flintlock Hudson Bay Company muskets among them, which they
had procured by trade many years ago when Fort Selkirk flourished,
or by intertribal barter, and their cost to these poor savages was
almost fabulous. The Company's manner of selling a gun was to set it
upright on the floor of the trader's store, and then to pile up furs
alongside of it until they reached the muzzle, when the exchange was
made, many of the skins being those of the black and silver-gray fox,
and their aggregate value being probably three to four hundred dollars.
Their bows and arrows were of the stereotyped Indian make, with no
distinguishing ornament or peculiarity of construction worthy of notice.

The moose arrows used by this tribe, shown in illustration on this
page, have at the point the usual double barb of common arrows,
while one side is prolonged for two or three inches into a series of
barbs; these latter they claim have the effect of working inward with
the motions of the muscles of the animal if it be only wounded. Once
wounded in this manner these sleuth-hounds of savages will remain on
the trail of a moose for days if need be, until this dreadful weapon
has reached a vital point, or so disabled the animal that it easily
succumbs to its pursuers. In hunting moose in the summer time, while
these animals are swimming across the lakes or broad streams, I was
told by one of my interpreters who had often traded among them, and was
well acquainted with their habits and customs, that these Ayans (and
in fact several tribes below them on the river), do not hesitate to
jump on the animals' back in the lake or river, leaving the canoe to
look after itself, and dispatch the brute with a hand knife, cutting
its throat or stabbing it in the neck as illustrated on page 261. Of
course, a companion in another canoe is needed to assist in getting the
carcass ashore, and secure the hunter's canoe. They often attack the
moose in their canoes while swimming as described by previous explorers
on the lower river, but say that if by any unskillful movement they
should only wound the animal it may turn and wreck their vessel, which
is too great a loss for them to risk. A flying moose will not turn in
the water unless irritated by wounds. The knives they use in hunting
are great double-edged ones, with flaring ornamental handles, well
illustrated in the upper left hand corner of the picture mentioned.
They tell me these knives are of native manufacture, the handles
being wrapped with moose leather so as to give the hand a good grip.
Altogether, they are most villainous and piratical looking things.

[Illustration: CROSS-SECTION THROUGH AYAN WINTER TENT.]

Only one or two log-cabins were seen anywhere in the Ayan country, and
these had the dilapidated air of complete and permanent abandonment,
although this whole district of the river is teeming with timber
appropriate for such use. Probably the nomadic and restless character
of the inhabitants makes it irksome for them to dwell in such permanent
abodes, in spite of the great comfort to be derived in their almost
Arctic winters from such buildings, if well constructed. The severity
of the winter is shown by the moist banks of the river, the appearance
of which indicates that they have been frozen some six or eight feet in
depth. In winter the Ayans live mostly in tents, but by an ingenious
arrangement these ordinarily cold habitations are made reasonably
comfortable. This winter tent is shown in cross-section above, I being
the interior, and P P the tent poles well covered with moose or caribou
skins. A second set of poles, P P, are given a wider spread, inclosing
an air space, A S, a foot or two across. These, too, are covered with
animal skins, and a thick banking of snow, ss, two or three feet deep
is thrown over the outside tent during the coldest weather of winter,
making a sort of hybrid between the Eskimo _igloo_, or snow house, and
the Indian skin lodge.

Many of the Ayans were persistent beggars, and next morning, the 16th
of July, we got an early start before many of them were about, for as a
tribe they did not seem to be very early risers.

Nearly directly opposite the Kah-tung village the perpendicular
basaltic bluffs shown in the view at the mouth of the Pelly cease; and
from this point on, the hills on both sides of the river were higher
and even mountainous in character; "the upper gates of the upper
ramparts."

From this point on down through the ramparts small black gnats became
annoyingly numerous and pugnacious, while the plague of mosquitoes
seemed to abate a little. The mosquito-bars, which were some protection
from the latter, were of no use against the former, the little imps
sailing right between the meshes without even stopping to crawl
through. Veils with the very finest meshes would be needed to repulse
their onslaughts, and with these we were not provided.

That day, the 16th, we drifted forty-seven miles, through a most
picturesque section of country, our journey being marred only by a
number of recurring and disagreeable thunder showers that wet us to the
skin.

Everywhere in conspicuous positions near the edge of the river banks
we saw straggling and isolated Ayan graves, resembling, in general,
the one photographed at Selkirk, and not unlike pretty little white
cottages, when seen from the distance projected against the somber
green of the deep spruce forests.

About thirty-four miles beyond old Selkirk a small but conspicuous
mountain stream came in from the south, which I named after Professor
Selwyn, of Ottawa, Canada.

The river was still full of islands, however, many of which are covered
with tall spruce, and look very picturesque in the almost cañon-like
river-bottom, the steep mountain sides being nearly devoid of heavy
forests.

In one of the many open spaces far up the mountain side, we saw a
huge black bear, evidently hunting his daily meal among the roots and
berries that there abound. Although we passed within half a mile of
him, he took no more notice of us than if our raft had been a floating
chip, and we did not disturb his search with any long-range shots.

A little further down, and on the same side of the river, the northern,
we saw three white mountain goats on the very highest ridges of the
hills. Timid as they are, the only notice they deigned to give us was
that such as were asleep roused themselves and stood gazing at us until
we had drifted well past, when they began grazing leisurely along the
ridge.

[Illustration]

About this time our attention was quite forcibly called to a singular
phenomenon while riding on the raft, which was especially noticeable
on quiet sunny days. It was a very pronounced crackling sound, not
unlike that of a strong fire running through dry cedar brush, or that
of the first rain drops of a thunder storm falling on the roof of a
tent. Some of the men attributed it to the rattling on the logs of
the raft of a shower of pebbles brought up by the swift current from
underneath, which would have been a good enough theory as far as the
sound was concerned; but soundings in such places invariably failed
to touch bottom with a sixteen-foot pole, and, moreover, when we were
in shallower and swifter waters, where the bottom was pebbly, the
sounds were not observed. As the noise always occurred in deep water
of a boiling character, figuratively speaking,--or in that agitated
condition so common in deep water immediately after a shoal, a
condition with which our experience in prying the raft off shoals had
rendered us familiar--I attempted to account for it upon the theory
explained by the figure just below. The raft _x_, drifting with the
arrow, passes from a shallow to a deep stretch of water. The Yukon
River is a very swift stream for its size (we drifted that day, July
16, forty-seven and a half geographical miles in eleven hours and fifty
minutes, and even this rate cannot represent the swiftest current), and
the pebbles, carried forward over the shallows and reaching the crest
_a_, are borne along by their own inertia and the superficial current,
and literally _dropped_ on a gravel-bank at some point forward, such as
_b_, and, water being so excellent a conductor of sound, an observer
on a low floating craft, during quiet days, might distinctly hear this
falling, whereas it would not be heard if the pebbles were simply
rolling along the bottom in swifter and noisier water. The suddenness
with which this crackling commenced and the gradual manner in which
it died out, seem to confirm this idea. A series of soundings before
and after the occurrence of these singular noises would have settled
this theory; but the sound recurred so seldom (say twice, or perhaps
three times, a day in this part of the river), that it was impossible
to predict it in time to put the theory to the test, unless one kept
constantly sounding while upon the river. It was observed on the lower
river in a much less degree, and probably might there have passed
unnoticed if previous experience had not recalled it to our attention.

That evening we camped at 8 o'clock, after trying to conduct our
cumbersome vessel to a pretty little spot for the purpose, but our
well-used "snubbing" line parted at the critical moment and we drifted
down into a most miserable position among the high, rank willow shoots,
laden with water from the recent rains. Towing or "tracking" our craft
back against the swift current with our small force was plainly out of
the question, and as the river bank seemed of the same character, as
far as we could see, some two or three miles, we made the best of it
and camped, for we were getting used to such experiences by this time.

Next morning, about 7 o'clock, when we were nearly ready to start, we
found four Ayan Indians, each in his birch-bark canoe, visiting our
camp. They came from the Kah-tung village above, having left it, as
they said, shortly after our departure on the preceding day, and had
camped for the night on the river just above us. They expressed great
surprise at the distance we had made by simple drifting, having until
this morning felt certain that they had passed us the day before around
some one of the many islands in the broad river. They were going down
the river some two or three hundred miles to a white trader's store
of which they spoke, and we kept passing each other for the next three
or four days. They had spoken at the Kah-tung village of this trading
station (which we took to be Fort Yukon), which they said they could
reach in three days; kindly adding that we might make the distance with
our craft in a week or so. They now changed their minds and thought
we might only be a day or two behind them. I found that the progress
of the raft, when care was taken to keep in the swiftest current, for
twelve or fourteen or perhaps sixteen hours a day, with no unusual
detentions, fully equaled the average day's journey of the Indian
canoes, which remained in the water not more than six or seven hours a
day; their occupants stopping to hunt every animal that might be seen,
as well as to cook a midday lunch at their leisure. In fact my own
Indians, who had traded among them, more than hinted that they were
hurrying considerably in order to go along with us and to reach the
white trader's store as a portion of our party.

These same four fellows, when they met us on the morning of the 17th,
had with them the carcass of a black bear, which they offered for sale
or barter; and on our buying one hindquarter, which was about all that
we thought we could use before spoiling, they offered us the rest
as a gift. We accepted the offer to the extent of taking the other
hindquarter, for which we gave them a trifle, whereupon the rest of the
carcass was left behind or thrown away on the beach, a circumstance
which was explained to us by the fact that all four of these Indians
were medicine-men, and as such were forbidden by some superstitious
custom from eating bears' flesh. They told us that the animal was the
same black bear we had seen on the northern hillsides of the river the
day before.

The morning of the 17th and certain other periods of the day were
characterized by a heavy fog-bank, which did not quite reach the river
bottom, but cut the hillsides at an altitude of from three hundred to
five hundred feet above the level of the stream. The fog gave a dismal
and monotonous aspect to the landscape, but proved much better for our
physical comfort than the previous day, with its alternating rain and
blistering heat. We found these fogs to be very common on this part
of the river, being almost inseparable from the southern winds that
prevail at this time of the year. I suppose these fogs proceed from the
moisture-laden air over the warm Pacific which is borne on the southern
winds across the snow-clad and glacier-crowned mountains of the Alaskan
coast range, becoming chilled and condensed in its progress, and
reaching this part of the Yukon valley is precipitated as rain or fog.
The reason that we had escaped the fogs on the lakes was that the wind
came across tracts of land to the south, and the hygrometric conditions
were different. A little further down the Yukon, but within the upper
ramparts, we suffered from almost constant rains that beat with the
southern winds upon our backs.

Shortly after one o'clock in the afternoon we floated by the mouth of
the White River flowing from the south west, which has the local name
of Yú-ko-kon Heena, or Yú-ko-kon River, a much prettier name than the
old one of the Hudson Bay traders. The Chilkats call it the Sand River,
from the innumerable bars and banks of sand along its course; and many
years ago they ascended it by a trail, which when continued leads to
their own country, but is now abandoned. Some forty to fifty miles up
its valley the Indian trading trail which leads from the headwaters of
the Tanana to old Fort Selkirk crosses its course at right angles; and
since the destruction of Fort Selkirk in 1851, the Tanana Indians, who
then made considerable use of the trail to reach the fort for trading
purposes, employ it but little; and only then as far as the White
River, whose valley they descend to reach the Yukon.

This stream resembles a river of liquid mud of an almost white hue,
from which characteristic it is said to have derived its name from
the old Hudson Bay traders--and no better illustration of its extreme
muddiness can be given than the following: One of our party mistook a
mass of timber that had lodged on the up-stream side of a low, flat
mud-bar, for floating wood, and regarded it as evidence of a freshet, a
theory which seemed corroborated by the muddy condition of the water,
until the actual character of the object was established by closer
observation as we drifted nearer. The mud-bar and adjacent waters were
so entirely of the same color that the line of demarcation was not
readily apparent, and had it not been for the drift rubbish around the
former it might have escaped our scrutiny even at our short distance
from it. The Indians say that the White River rises in glacier-bearing
lands, and that it is very swift, and full of rapids along its whole
course. So swift is it at its mouth, that as it pours its muddy waters
into the rapid Yukon it carries them nearly across that clear blue
stream; the waters of the two rivers mingling almost at once, and not
running distinct for miles side by side, as is stated in one book on
Alaska. From the mouth of the White or Yu'-ko-kon to Bering Sea,
nearly 1,500 miles, the Yukon is so muddy as to be noticeable even when
its water is taken up in the palm of the hand; and all fishing with
hook and line ceases.

About four in the afternoon the mouth of the Stewart River was passed,
and, being covered with islands, might not have been noticed except
for its valley, which is very noticeable--a broad valley fenced in by
high hills. A visit to the shore in our canoe showed its mouth to be
deltoid in character, three mouths being observed, and others probably
existing. Islands were very numerous in this portion of the Yukon,
much more so than in any part of the river we had yet visited, and
as the raft had drifted on while I went ashore in the canoe, I had a
very hard task to find it again and came within a scratch of losing
it, having passed beyond the camp, and being compelled to return. It
was about nine o'clock in the evening and the low north-western sun
shone squarely in our faces, as we descended the river, eagerly looking
for the ascending smoke of the camp-fire, which had been agreed upon,
before separation, as the signal to be kept going until we returned.
The setting sun throwing its slanting rays upon each point of woods
that ran from the hillsides down to the water's edge, illumined the
top of them with a whitish light until each one exactly resembled a
camp-fire on the river bank with the feathery smoke floating off along
the tree tops. Even my Indian canoeman was deceived at first, until
half a dozen appearing together in sight convinced him of his error.
All these islands were densely covered with spruce and poplar, and the
swift current cutting into their alluvial banks, though the latter
were frozen six or eight feet thick, kept their edges bristling with
freshly-fallen timber; and it was almost courting destruction to get
under this _abatis_ of trees with the raft, in the powerful current, to
avoid which some of our hardest work was necessary. The preservative
power of this constantly frozen ground must be very great, as in many
places we saw protruding from the high banks great accumulations of
driftwood and logs over which there was soil two and three feet thick,
which had been formerly carried by the river, and from which sprung
forests of spruce timber, as high as any in sight, at whose feet
were rotting trunks that must have been saplings centuries ago. Yet
wherever this ancient driftwood had been undermined and washed of its
dirt and thrown upon the beach along with the tree but just fallen,
the difference between the two was only that the latter still retained
its green bark, and its broken limbs were not so abraded and worn; but
there seemed to be no essential difference in the fiber of the timber.

The evening of the 17th, having scored forty geographical miles, we
camped on a low gravel bar, and bivouacked in the open air so clear
and still was the night, although by morning huge drops of rain were
falling on our upturned faces.

On the 18th, shortly after noon, we passed a number of _Tahk-ong_
Indians, stretched upon the green sward of the right bank leisurely
enjoying themselves; their birch-bark canoes, sixteen in all, being
pulled up on the gravel beach in front of them. It was probably a
trading or hunting party, there being one person for each canoe, none
of whom were women. Already we observed an increase in the size and
a greater cumbrousness in the build of the birch-bark canoes, when
compared with the fairy-like craft of the Ayans, a characteristic
that slowly increased as we descended the river until the _kiak_, or
sealskin canoe of the Eskimo is encountered along the lower waters of
the great river. Of course this change of build reflects no discredit
upon the skill of the makers, as a heavier craft is required to
navigate the rougher water, as the broad stream is stirred up by the
persistent southern winds of the Yukon basin.

[Illustration: MOOSE-SKIN MOUNTAIN, AND CAMP 32 AT THE MOUTH OF DEER
RIVER.]

About 8.30 P.M. we passed an Indian camp on the left bank, which, from
the seeming good quality of their canvas tents as viewed from the
river, we judged might prove to be a mining party of whites. From them
we learned that there was a deserted white man's store but a few miles
beyond, but that the trader himself, had quitted the place several
months before, going down to salt-water, as they expressed it. This
was evidently the same trader the Ayans expected to meet at a little
semi-permanent station of the Alaska Commercial Company dubbed Fort
Reliance; and they seemed quite discomfited at his departure, although
he had left the preceding autumn, and as we afterward ascertained more
from fear of the Indians in his neighborhood than any other reason.

We camped that night at the mouth of a noticeable but small stream
coming in from the east, which we afterward learned was called Deer
Creek by the traders, from the large number of caribou or woodland
reindeer seen in its valley at certain times of their migrations.

At this point of its course the Yukon River is extremely narrow in
comparison with the distance from its head--about 700 miles,--and
considering its previous mean width, being here only two hundred or
two hundred and fifty yards across. It certainly must have great depth
to be able to carry the immense volume of water of so swift and wide
a river as it is above, for the current does not seem to increase
appreciably in this narrow channel.

Directly northward in plain sight is a prominent landmark on this part
of the river, viz., a high hill called by the Indians "the moose-skin
mountain." Two ravines that converge from its top again diverge when
about to meet about half way down the mountain <DW72>, and along these
two arms of an hyperbola there has been a great landslide, laying bare
the dull red ocherous soil beneath, which contrasts almost vividly with
the bright green of the grass and foliage of the mountain flank, and
in shape and color resembles a gigantic moose-skin stretched out to
dry. That day's drift gave us forty-seven and a half miles, and all our
scores were good while passing the ramparts, the delays from sand, mud
and gravel bars being very small.

Believing that I was now in close proximity to the British boundary,
as shown by our dead reckoning--kept by Mr. Homan,--I reluctantly
determined on giving a day (the 19th of July) to astronomical
observations,--reluctantly because every day was of vital importance in
reaching St. Michael's, near the mouth of the river, in time to reach
any outgoing vessels for the United States; for if too late to catch
them, we should have to spend a dismal and profitless year at that
place. That day, however, proved so tempestuous, and the prospect so
uninviting, that after getting a couple of poor "sights" for longitude,
I ordered camp broken, and we got away shortly after eleven o'clock.

A few minutes before one o'clock we passed the abandoned trading
station on the right bank of the river, which we surmised from certain
maps and from subsequent information to be the one named Fort Reliance.
It was a most dilapidated-looking frontier pile of shanties, consisting
of one main house, probably the store, above ground, and three or four
cellar-like houses, the ruined roofs of which were the only vestiges
remaining above ground. The Indians said that Mr. McQuestion, the
trader, had left on account of severe sickness, but his own story, when
we met him afterward on the lower river, was that he was sick of the
Indians, the main tribe of which were peaceful enough, but contained
several ugly tempered communistic medicine-men who had threatened his
life in order to get rid of his competition in the drug business, which
resulted greatly to their financial detriment.

Nearly opposite Fort Reliance was the Indian village of Noo-klak-o, or
Nuclaco, numbering about one hundred and fifty people. Our approach
was welcomed by a protracted salute of from fifty to seventy-five
discharges of their old rusty muskets, to which we replied with a far
less number. Despite the great value of powder and other ammunition to
these poor isolated savages, who are often obliged to make journeys of
many hundreds of miles in order to procure them, and must oftentimes
be in sore need of them for hunting purposes, they do not hesitate in
exciting times--and every visit of a stranger causes excitement--to
waste their ammunition in foolish hangings and silly salutes that
suggest the vicinity of a powder magazine. I suppose the expenditure
on our visit, if judiciously employed in hunting, would have supplied
their village with meat for probably a month; and yet we drifted by
with hardly a response. This method of saluting is very common along
the river from this point on, and is, I believe, an old Russian
custom which has found its way thus far up the stream, which is much
beyond where they had ever traded. It is a custom often mentioned in
descriptions of travel further down the river. The permanent number
of inhabitants, according to Mr. McQuestion, was about seventy-five
or eighty; and therefore there must have been a great number of
visitors among them at the time of our passing. They seemed very much
disappointed that we did not visit their village, and the many who
crowded around the drifting raft in their little fleet of canoes spoke
only of tea and tobacco, for which they seemed ready to barter their
very souls. Their principal diet in summer and early fall is furnished
by the salmon of the Yukon, while during winter and spring, until the
ice disappears, they feed on the flesh of moose and caribou. A trader
on the upper river told me that the ice of the stream is removed from
the upper ramparts and above principally by melting, while all that
covers the Yukon below that part is washed out by the spring rise of
the river, there being fully a month's difference in the matter between
the two districts. Noo-klak-o' was a semi-permanent village, but a most
squalid-looking affair,--somewhat resembling the Ayan town, but with a
much greater preponderance of canvas. Most of the native visitors we
saw were Tanana' Indians, and I was somewhat surprised to find them
put the accent, in a broad way, on the second syllable, _Ta-nah'-nee_,
differing radically from the pronunciation of the same name by the
Indians at the mouth of the river, and by most white travelers of
the Lower Yukon. From this point a trail leads south-westward over
the mountains to a tributary of the Tanana, by means of which these
Indians visit Noo-klak-o. The 19th was a most disagreeable day, with
alternating rain showers and drifting fog, which had followed us since
the day of our failure in securing astronomical observations, and to
vary the discomfort, after making less than thirty miles we stuck so
fast on the upper point of a long gravel bar that we had to carry our
effects ashore on our backs, and there camp with only half a dozen
water-logged sticks for a camp-fire. What in the world any mosquito
wanted to do out on that desert of a sand-bar in a cold drifting fog I
could never imagine, but before our beds were fairly made they put in
an appearance in the usual unlimited numbers and made sleep, after a
hard day's work, almost impossible.

Starting at 8:10 A.M., next morning, from Camp 33, at 11:30 we passed a
good sized river coming in from the west, which I named the Cone-Hill
River, from the fact that there is a prominent conical hill in the
center of its broad valley, near the mouth.

Just beyond the mouth of the Cone-Hill River we suddenly came in sight
of some four or five black and brown bears in an open or untimbered
space of about an acre or two on the steep hillsides of the western
<DW72>. The raft was left to look after itself and we gave them a
running volley of skirmish fire that sent them scampering up the
steep hill into the dense brush and timber, their principal loss
being loss of breath. By not attending to the navigation of our craft
in the excitement of the short bear hunt we ran on a submerged rock
in a current so swift that we swung around so rapidly as almost to
throw a number of us overboard, stuck for a couple of minutes with
the water boiling over the stern, and in general lost our faith in
the ability of our vessel to navigate itself. In a previous chapter
I have mentioned having been told by a person in southern Alaska,
undoubtedly conscientious in his statement, and having considerable
experience as a hunter, that the black and brown bear of his district
never occupied the same localities, and although the sequence of these
localities might be as promiscuous as the white and black squares on
a checker-board, yet each species remained wholly on his own color,
so to speak; and this led him to believe that the weaker of the two,
the black bear, had good reason to be afraid of his more powerful
neighbor. This day's observation of the two species living together,
in one very small area, shows either an error of judgment on the part
of the observer mentioned, or a difference of the ursine nature in
different regions.

After leaving the Stewart River, which had been identified by a sort
of _reductio ad absurdum_ reasoning, I found it absolutely impossible
to identify any of the other streams from the descriptions and maps
now in existence, even when aided by the imperfect information derived
from the local tribes. Indianne, my Chilkat-Tahk-heesh interpreter, got
along very well among the latter tribe. Among the Ayans were many who
spoke Tahk-heesh, with whom they traded, and here we had but little
trouble. Even lower down we managed to get along after a fashion, for
one or two of the Ayan medicine-men who came as far as Fort Reliance
with us, could occasionally be found, and they understood the lower
languages pretty fairly, and although we struggled through four or
five tongues we could still make out that tea and tobacco were the
leading topics of conversation everywhere. Beyond Fort Reliance,
and after bidding adieu to our four Ayans, we were almost at sea,
but occasionally in the most roundabout way we managed to elicit
information of a limited character.

[Illustration: ROQUETTE ROCK.

(As we approached looking down the stream.)]

About the middle of the afternoon of that day, the 20th, we floated
past a remarkable-looking rock, standing conspicuously in a flat level
bottom of the river on the eastern side, and very prominent in its
isolation. I could not but notice the strong resemblance between it
and Castle Rock on the Columbia River, although I judge it to be only
about one-half or two-thirds the size of the latter, but much more
prominent, not being overshadowed by near and higher mountains. I
called it the Roquette Rock, in honor of M. Alex. de la Roquette, of
the Paris Geographical Society. The Indians have a legend connected
with it, so it is said, that the Yukon River once flowed along the
distant hills back of it, and that the rock formed part of the bluff
seen in the illustration just below, overhanging the western shore of
the river, both being about the same height and singularly alike in
other respects. Here the bluff and rock lived many geological periods
in wedded bliss as man and wife, but finally family dissensions
invaded the rocky household and culminated in the stony-hearted
husband kicking his wrangling wife into the center of the distant
plain, and changing the course of the great river so that it flowed
between them to emphasize the perpetual divorce. The bluff and the
rock, so my informant told me, are still known among the Indians as
"the old man" and "the old wife." Despite a most disagreeable day, on
the 20th we showed a record of forty-five geographical miles, by way
of compensation for the dark lowering clouds that hung over us like a
pall. The scenery passed that day would have been picturesque enough
when viewed through any other medium than that of a wretched drizzle
of rain. Just before camping we saw high perpendicular bluffs of what
appeared to be limestone, frowning over us from the eastern shore,
which were perforated with huge caverns that would have made good dens
for bears, but their situation was such that no bears not possessing
wings could have reached them. On the map this bluff figures as Cave
Rock.

We got a late start on the 21st, the wretched weather being good for
late sleeping if for nothing else, the middle of the forenoon finding
us just pulling out. At noon we passed a good-sized river coming in
from the east, but if it had been mapped we were unable to identify it.
A few minutes afterward we swung around a sharp bend in the river and
saw a confused mass of brush or logs that denoted an Indian village in
the distance, a supposition confirmed by the number of canoes afloat in
its front and by a motley crowd of natives on the bank, well mingled
with the inevitable troop of dogs that to the eye of the experienced
traveler is as sure a sign of an Indian village as both Indians and
houses together. This was the first Indian village we had encountered
on the river deserving the name of permanent, and even here the logs of
which the cabins, six in number, were built, seemed to be mere poles,
and by no means as substantially built as it might have been with the
material at hand. It was perched up on a high flat bank on the western
side of the river, the gable ends of the house fronting the stream, and
all of them very close together, there being only one or two places
wide enough for a path to allow the inmates to pass. The fronts of the
houses are nearly on the same line, and this row is so close to the
scarp of the bank that the "street" in front is a very narrow path,
where two persons can hardly pass unless one of them steps indoors
or down the hill; and when I visited the village the road was so
monopolized by scratching dogs that I could hardly force my way through
them. This street may have been much wider in times of yore--for it
seemed to be quite an old village--and the encroachments of the eroding
river during freshets may have reduced it to its present narrowness. If
so, it will not be long before the present village must be abandoned or
set back some distance. Further up the river we saw a single pole house
projecting over the bank about a fourth or a third of its length, and
deserted by its occupants. The body of the houses is of a very inferior
construction, in which ventilation seems to be the predominating idea
(although even this is not developed to a sufficient degree, as judged
by one's nose upon entering), and the large door in front is roughly
closed by a well-riddled moose or caribou skin, or occasionally by a
piece of canvas so dirty that at the distance of a few feet it might
be taken for an animal's skin. The roofs are of skins battened down by
spruce poles, which, projecting beyond the comb in irregular lengths,
often six and eight feet, gave the whole village a most bristling
appearance. A fire is built on the dirt-floor, in the center of the
habitation, and the smoke left to get out the best way it can. As the
occupants are generally sitting flat on the floor, or stretched out
at full length on their backs or stomachs in the dirt, they are in a
stratum of air comparatively clear; or, at least, endurable to Indian
lungs. The ascending smoke finds ample air-holes among the upper cracks
of the walls, while that dense mass of it which is retained under the
skins of the roof, making it almost impossible to stand upright, is
utilized for smoking the salmon which are hung up in this space. The
Indian name of the village is Klat-ol-klin', but it is generally known
on the Middle River as Johnny's Village, after the chief's Americanized
name. That dignitary was absent on a journey of several days down the
river, at the time of our arrival.

[Illustration: KLAT-OL-KLIN' (JOHNNY'S) VILLAGE (LOOKING UP THE YUKON
RIVER)]

A number of long leaning poles, braced on their downhill ends by cross
uprights, were noticed on the gravel beach in front of the village;
these serve as scaffoldings upon which to dry salmon in the sun, and
to keep them from the many dogs while undergoing this process. While
taking a photograph of the town, two or three salmon fell from the
poles; and in a twinkling fully sixty or seventy dogs were huddled
together about them in a writhing mass, each one trying to get his
share,--and that of several others. The camera was sighted toward them,
a hurried guess made as to the proper focus, and an instantaneous view
attempted, but the negative looked more like a representation of an
approaching thunder shower, and I never afterward printed from it.
Occasionally in these rushes a row of scaffolding will be knocked down,
and if it happens to be loaded with salmon the consequent feast will
be of a more extensive nature. These dogs were of a smaller breed, and
noticeably of a darker color, than the Eskimo dogs of the lower river.
They are employed by these Indians for the same purposes, but to a more
limited extent.

It was at this village that what to me was the most wonderful and
striking performance given by any natives we encountered on the whole
trip was displayed. I refer to their method of fishing for salmon. I
have already spoken of the extreme muddiness of the Yukon below the
mouth of the White River; and this spot, of course, is no exception.
I believe I do not exaggerate in the least when I say, that, if an
ordinary pint tin-cup were filled with it, nothing could be seen at
the bottom until the sediment had settled. The water is about nine
or ten feet deep on the fishing banks in front of the houses, where
they fish with their nets; or at least that is about the length of
the poles to which the nets are attached. The salmon I saw them take
were caught about two hundred or two hundred and fifty yards directly
out from the shore in front of the houses. Standing in front of this
row of cabins, some person, generally an old man, squaw or child,
possibly on duty for that purpose, would announce, in a loud voice,
that a salmon was coming up the river, perhaps from a quarter to a
third of a mile away. This news would stir up some young man from the
cabins, who from his elevated position in front of them would identify
the salmon's position, and then run down to the beach, pick up his
canoe, paddle and net, launch the former and start rapidly out into
the river; the net lying on the canoe's birch deck in front of him,
his movements being guided by his own sight and that of a half dozen
others on the high bank, all shouting advice to him at the same time.
Evidently, in the canoe he could not judge well of the fish's position,
especially at a distance; for he seemed to rely on the advice from the
shore to direct his movements until the fish was near him, when with
two or three dexterous and powerful strokes with both hands, he shot
the little canoe to a point near the position he wished to take up,
regulating its finer movements by the paddle used as a sculling oar
in his left hand, while with his right he grasped the net at the end
of its handle and plunged it into the water the whole length of its
pole to the bottom of the river (some nine or ten feet); often leaning
far over and thrusting the arm deep into the water, so as to adjust
the mouth of the net, covering about two square feet, directly over
the course of the salmon so as to entrap him. Of seven attempts, at
intervals covering three hours, two were successful (and in two others
salmon were caught but escaped while the nets were being raised),
salmon being taken that weighed from fifteen to twenty pounds. How
these Indians can see at this distance the coming of a single salmon
along the bottom of a river eight or ten feet deep, and determine
their course or position near enough to catch them in the narrow mouth
of a small net, when immediately under the eye a vessel holding that
number of inches of water from the muddy river completely obscures an
object at its bottom, is a problem that I will not attempt to solve.
Their success depends of course in some way on the motion of the fish.
In vain they attempted to show members of my party the coming fish.
I feel perfectly satisfied that none of the white men could see the
slightest trace of the movements to which their attention was called.
Under the skin roofs of their log-cabins and on the scaffoldings upon
the gravel beach were many hundred salmon that had been caught in this
curious way. The only plausible theory which I could evolve within the
limits of the non-marvelous, was, that the salmon came along near the
top of the water, so as to show or indicate the dorsal fin, and that as
it approached the canoe, the sight of it, or more likely some slight
noise, made with that intention, drove the fish to the bottom without
any considerable lateral deviation, whereupon they were inclosed by
the net. But my interpreters told me (and I think their interpretation
was correct in this case, roundabout as it was), that this superficial
swimming did not take place, but that the motion of the fish was
communicated from the deep water to the surface, often when the fish
was quite at the bottom.

[Illustration: KLAT-OL-KLIN FISHING NETS.

Scale, 1-30.]

The nets used have already been partially described. The mouth is
held open by a light wooden frame of a reniform shape, as shown in
the figure on this page, and as one may readily see, this is of great
advantage in securing the handle firmly by side braces to the rim of
the net's mouth as shown, that being undoubtedly the object sought.
Further down the river (that is, in the "lower ramparts"), the reniform
rim becomes circular; thus of course increasing the chances of catching
the fish; all the other dimensions, too, are greatly increased. When
the salmon is netted, a turn is immediately given to the handle, thus
effectually trapping the fish below the mouth of the net, and upon the
dexterity thus displayed no little of the fisherman's success depends.
Two salmon were lost upon this occasion after they had actually passed
into the net, owing to lack of agility in this operation. When fully
entrapped and brought alongside, a fish-club, as shown, is used to kill
the salmon immediately by a hard blow over the head, for the struggles
of so large a fish might easily upset a frail canoe.

[Illustration: SALMON-KILLING CLUB.]

Up to this time the birch-bark canoes on the river had been so fragile
and "cranky" that my Chilkat Indians, who were used to the heavy
wooden canoes of their country, felt unsafe in employing them for all
purposes, but these were so much larger and stronger in build, and our
old Tahk-heesh "dug-out" so thoroughly worthless, that we felt safe
in buying one at this village, but for a number of days "Billy" and
"Indianne" paddled very gingerly when making excursions in it.

A few Hudson Bay toboggan sledges were seen on scaffolds at and near
the village; they seem to be the principal sledges of this part of
the country. The snow shoes of this tribe differed from those of the
Chilkats by trifling modifications only, being a sort of compromise
between the hunting and packing snow shoes of the latter.

About a mile or a mile and a quarter below Klat-ol-klin', and on the
same side of the river, is a fairly constructed white man's log cabin,
which had once been used as a trading store, but was now deserted. We
afterward learned that this trading station was called Belle Isle,
and had only been built two years before, having been abandoned the
preceding year as not paying. The Indians evidently must have surmised
that the trader would return, as they respected the condition in which
he left the building, in a manner most creditable to their honesty, no
one having entered or disturbed it since he left. They evidently care
very little for beads as ornaments, for I saw none of them wearing that
much coveted Indian adornment, while great quantities were scattered
around by the trader's store, having been trampled into the ground.
At no place on the river did I find such an eagerness for beads as
characterizes the American Indians of milder climes, but nowhere did I
see such total disregard for them as was shown here.

Near Belle Isle is a prominent hill called by the Indians
_Ta-tot'-lee_, its conspicuousness heightened by the comparative
flatness of the country which lies between two entering rivers and a
great bend of the Yukon. As our survey showed it to be just within
Alaska, bordering on the boundary between it and the British North-west
Territory, I gave it the additional name of Boundary Butte.

The country was now noticeably more open, and it was evident that we
had already passed the most mountainous portion of the chain, the
intersection of which by the river forms the upper ramparts.

The next day we made thirty-six miles, and as the whole day had been a
most disagreeable one when at six o'clock we got drawn into an eddy,
near which was a fair place to camp, I ordered the raft made fast and
the tents pitched.

That day--the 22d--while under way, we saw a large dead king-salmon,
floating belly upwards with the current, and we kept near it for
some time. This spectacle became more familiar as we descended, while
everywhere we met with the rough coarse dog-salmon strewn upon the
beach, frequently in such numbers, and tainting the air so strongly
with the odor of their decay, that an otherwise good camp would be
spoiled by their presence.

[Illustration: MOUNT TA-TOT'-LEE, OR BOUNDARY BUTTE.

(Also showing Middle Yukon River Indians' methods of killing swimming
moose.)]

The river rose ten inches that night--a fact easily accounted for by
the protracted and often heavy rains. The forenoon of the 23d was very
gloomy, but shortly after noon the weather surprised us by clearing up.

At 3:30 that day we came upon another Indian town called Charley's
Village; but the current was so swift that we could not get the raft up
to the bank so as to camp alongside, but we were successful in making
a sand-bar about half a mile below. Charley's Village was an exact
counterpart of Johnny's, even as to the number of houses--six--and the
side of the river--the western; and considering this and the trouble
to reach it, I did not attempt to photograph it. When attempting to
reach it with the raft, so anxious were the Indians for our success,
that as many as could do so put the bows of their canoes on the outer
log of the raft, and paddled forward with as much vehemence as if
their very lives depended upon the result. In three or four minutes
they had worked themselves into a streaming perspiration, and had
probably shoved the huge raft as many inches toward the bank. We found
a Canadian voyageur among them of the name of Jo. Ladue, who, as a
partner of one of the traders on the lower river, had drifted here in
prospecting the stream for precious mineral. "Jo," as he is familiarly
known, speaks of the natives of both these villages as Tadoosh, and
says they are the best-natured Indians from here till the Eskimo are
met with. Ladue had a fairly-made scow over twenty feet long, about
half a dozen wide, and three deep, which he wanted to hire us, but
as it would not hold all the party and effects we had to decline the
tender, despite his emphatic assurances that we could not safely go
much further with our raft. It was with Ladue that I first noticed
particularly the pronunciation of the name of the great river, on whose
waters we were drifting, a pronunciation which is universal among the
few whites along its borders, and that sounded strangely at first;
that is with the accent on the first syllable, and not on the second,
as I had so usually heard it pronounced in the United States. That
night, the 23d, the mosquitoes were perfectly unbearable in their
assaults, and if the weather had not turned bitterly cold toward
morning I doubt if we could have obtained any sleep at all, for the
mosquito-bars seemed to be no protection whatever.

I think I established one mosquito theory of a practical bearing, on a
pretty firm basis, while upon this trip "in the land of the mosquito's
paradise;" and that was, if the insects are so thick that they
constantly touch each other on the mosquito-bar when crawling over it,
it will be no protection whatever, if the meshes are of the usual size,
and they will come in so fast that comfort is out of the question,
but otherwise there is some chance which increases as their numbers
diminish. Even if there are two or three to the square inch of your bar
of many square yards, it surprises you how few get through, but the
minute they begin crawling over each other they seem to become furious,
and make efforts to squeeze through the meshes which are often rewarded
with success, until a sharp slap on the face sounds their death knell.
The doctor, in a fit of exasperation, said he believed that two of them
would hold the legs and wings of another flat against its body, while
a third shoved it through; but I doubt the existence of co-operation
among them. I think they are too mean to help one another.




CHAPTER X.

THROUGH THE YUKON FLAT-LANDS.


[Illustration]

After passing Johnny's village in descending the stream, and more
perceptibly after leaving Charley's village, the country opens rapidly,
and another day's drift of forty-two and a half geographical miles
brought us to what an old trader on the lower river calls the "Yukon
flat-lands," an expression so appropriate that I have adopted it,
although I have never heard any other authority for its use.

While descending the stream on the 24th, late in the forenoon, we saw
a large buck moose swim from one of the many islands to the mainland
just back of us, having probably, as the hunter would say, "gotten our
scent." I never comprehended what immense noses these animals have
until I got a good profile view of this big fellow, and although over
half a mile away, his nose looked as if he had been rooting the island
and was trying to carry away the greater part of it on the end of his
snout. The great palmated horns above, the broad "throat-latch" before,
combined with the huge nose and powerful shoulders, make one think
that this animal might tilt forward on his head from sheer gravity, so
little is there apparently at the other end to counterbalance these
masses. When the Russians were on the lower river these moose-noses
were dried by them and considered great delicacies. A few winters
ago the cold was so intense, and the snow covered the ground for so
great a depth throughout the season, that sad havoc was played with
the unfortunate animals, and a moose is now a rare sight below the
upper ramparts of the river, as I was informed by the traders of
that district. It is certainly to be hoped that the destruction has
only been partial, so that this noble game may again flourish in its
home, where it will be secure from the inroads of firearms for many
decades to come. Not long since the little river steamer that plies
on this stream for trading purposes, owned by the Alaska Commercial
Company, could hardly make a voyage to old Fort Yukon and back without
encountering a few herds of these animals swimming across the stream,
and exciting were the bouts with them, often ending in a victory for
the moose with the "Yukon" run aground on a bar of sand or gravel; but
for some years not an animal has been seen by them. Formerly the meat
they secured in this way, with what they procured from the Indians
along the river, assured them of fresh food during the month or so they
were absent from St. Michael's; but their entire dependence for this
kind of fare has been thrown upon the salmon furnished by the natives,
which is much more difficult to keep fresh during the short hot summer
of the river.

This river steamer, the "Yukon," was daily expected by "Jo" Ladue, and
upon it he intended to return to Nuklakayet, his winter station. I
also hoped to fall in with it during the next week, as our civilized
provisions were at a very low ebb and I wished to replenish them.
During a great part of our drift on the 24th, we were accompanied by Jo
and his three Indian allies, in their scow, who said they would keep
us company until we met the "Yukon" steamer. While we were leisurely
floating along, "Jo" saw a "short cut" in the river's bend, into
which we could not row our ponderous craft, and down this he quickly
disappeared, remarking that he would pick out a good camping place for
us for the night.

Although we were well out of the high mountainous country, we could see
the chain through which we had passed still bearing off to the left,
the summits in many places covered with snow, long fingers of which
extended down such mountain gullies as had a northern exposure. As we
emerged from the hilly country the soil, for the first time, seemed to
be thick and black wherever it was exposed to our eye by the caving in
of the banks; and grass, always good, now became really luxuriant for
any climate. In many places we saw grass ready to mow, were it not for
the fact that even the largest prairies have an undergrowth of stunted
brush which one might not observe at a distance in the high grass, but
which is very perceptible in walking through it. The greatest obstacle
to cattle raising in the Yukon valley would be the dense swarms of
mosquitoes, although I understand that a couple of head of cattle were
kept at old Fort Yukon for one or two summers. By burning off all
timber and brush from large districts and a little judicious drainage
it might be possible to encourage this industry with the hardier breeds
of cattle, but at present the case is too remote to speculate upon.

I now remarked in many places along the flat river-bottoms--which had
high banks, however--that the ground was covered, especially in little
open prairies, with a tough sponge-like moss or peat. If the bank was
at all gravelly, so as to give good drainage, and to allow of the
river excavating it gradually, as is usual in temperate climes, this
thick moss was so interwoven and compacted that it would not break or
separate in falling with the river banks, but remained attached to
the crest, forming great blankets of moss that overhung the shores
a foot thick, as I have endeavored to represent on this page, _a.
b._ representing the moss. Some of these banks were from fifteen to
eighteen feet in height, and this overhanging moss would even then
reach to the water, keeping the shores neatly sodded to the water's
edge on the inclined banks, and hanging perpendicularly from those
that projected over. Great jagged rents and patches were torn out of
the hem of this carpet by the limbs and roots of drifting logs, thus
destroying its picturesque uniformity. I suppose the reason why it was
more noticeable in open spaces was that the trees and underbrush, and
especially their roots, would, from the effect of undermining, carry
the moss into the water with their heavy weight as they fell.

[Illustration: MOSS ON YUKON RIVER.]

At half-past five o'clock we sighted a steamer down the river which
we thought might be the Alaska Commercial Company's "Yukon" coming up
around a low island of sand, but it proved to be a beached boat called
the St. Michael's, lying high and dry, about ten or twelve feet above
the present water level, on a long, low island of sand and gravel.

Some years before, a rival corporation to the Alaska Company, called,
I believe, The Northern Trading Company, tried to establish itself
on the Yukon River, (and elsewhere in Alaska, but the Yukon district
only concerns us here), and trading houses were built in many places
along the stream, most of them within a short distance, perhaps a
mile or two, of those established by the Alaska Commercial Company.
Fierce competition ensued, and I was told that the Indians got goods
at wholesale prices in San Francisco, _i.e._, at almost infinitesimal
prices compared with those they were accustomed to pay. The Alaska
Company was finally victorious, but found matters considerably changed
when the struggle was over. When they attempted to restore the prices
of the old _régime_, and to ask immediate payment--for both companies
had given the Indians unlimited credit--such a hornet's nest was
stirred up that ultimately the company was obliged to abandon nearly
a half-dozen posts, all above Nuklakayet, for fear of the Indians,
who required a Krupp steam-hammer to pound into their thick heads the
reason why a man might sell them a pound of tobacco for ten cents
to-day and to-morrow charge them ten dollars an ounce; especially when
they have to pay for the latter from the products of the trap, and the
former is put down in the account book in an accommodating way. The
Northern Trading Company also put on the Yukon River this boat, the St.
Michael's, a clumsily-built stern-wheeler that had wintered at Belle
Isle, and on going down with the spring freshet had struck this bar,
then under water, and as the river was falling she was soon left high
in the air.

We camped for the night on the same bar, which I called St. Michael's
Island, and about an hour afterward "Jo" and his scow came along and
pulled up to camp on the opposite shore. He explained his delay--for
I really thought he had passed us and was camping further down--by
saying that he and his Indians had been hunting, and he produced two
or three ducks, in the very prime of their toughness, as corroborative
testimony, but I surmised that the true story was that "all hands and
the cook" had gone to sleep, whereupon the scow had likewise rested on
the soft bottom of some friendly sandspit. The remainder of the journey
confirmed this suspicion.

Starting from Camp No. 38, on St. Michael's Island, the river, as
the map shows, becomes one vast and wide network of islands, the
whole country being as level as the great plains of the West, and we
were fairly launched into the "Yukon flat-lands." As we entered this
floor-like country our Chilkat Indians seemed seriously to think that
we had arrived at the river's mouth and were now going out to sea; and
I can readily imagine that even a white person, having no knowledge
of the country, might well think so. There was an almost irresistible
impression that beyond the low flat islands in front one must come in
sight of the ocean.

As we started out into this broad, level tract, the mountains to the
left, or west, still continued in a broken range that was thrown back
at an angle from the river's general course, and projected into a sort
of spur formed of a series of isolated peaks, rising squarely out of
the flat land, and diminishing in size until they disappeared toward
the north-west in a few sharp-pointed hillocks just visible over the
high spruce trees of the islands. I called them the Ratzel range, or
peaks, after Professor Frederick Ratzel, of Munich.

This flat character of the country continues for about three hundred
miles further, and the river, unconfined by resisting banks, cuts
numerous wide channels in the soft alluvial shores, dividing and
subdividing and spreading, until its width is simply beyond reasonable
estimation. At Fort Yukon, about a thousand miles from the mouth, its
width has been closely estimated at seven miles, and at other points
above and below it is believed to be twice or thrice that width. This
breadth is measured from the right bank to the left across shallow
channels and flat islands, whose ratio to each other is, on the
whole, tolerably equal. Some of these islands are merely wide wastes,
consisting of low stretches of sand and gravel, with desolate-looking
ridges of whitened drift-timber, all of which must be under water in
the spring floods, when the river in this region must resemble a great
inland sea. In no place does this wide congeries of channels seem to
abate its former swiftness a single jot, but the constant dividing and
subdividing occasionally brought us to lanes so narrow and shallow that
it seemed as though we could not get through with our raft, and more
than once we feared we should have to abandon our old companion. For
nearly three weeks we were drifting through these terribly monotonous
flat-lands, never knowing at night whether or not we were camping on
the main bank, and by far the most frequently camping on some island
with nothing but islands in sight as far as the eye could see.

On the 25th we got under way quite early, and at 8:30 A. M. passed
an Indian encampment of four very fine-looking tents, situated on an
island, and here "Jo" Ladue told us he would stop and await the arrival
of the Alaska Company's new steamer. I had suspicions that "Jo" did
not like the pace we kept up, or rather that he did not relish being
awakened whenever his scow sought the quiet of an island shore.

But a few minutes afterward there was a junction of several channels
of the river, and we floated out into the lake-like expanse ahead with
a vague feeling that so much water could hardly possess any current,
but nevertheless we sped along at our old pace. This sheet of water was
wider than the majority of the lakes at the head of the stream, and it
was hard not to revert to them in thought, and imagine ourselves unable
to move without a sail and a good wind abaft. Very soon an ominous line
of drift timber appeared in our front, seeming to stretch from shore to
shore as we approached it, and the great channel broke up into half a
dozen smaller ones that went winding through sand-spits and log-locked
débris, down one of which we shot and were just breathing more freely
when the same occurrence was repeated, and we slipped down a shallow
branch that was not over fifty yards in width, only to bring up on a
bar in the swift current, with less than a foot of water ahead over
the spit that ran from the bar to the shore. Near the other shore was
a channel so deep that we might have floated with ease, but to reach
it again we should have to pry our vessel up stream against water so
swift as almost to take us off our feet. Through this deep channel
every thing was carried on our backs to the shore, and then commenced
a struggle that lasted from ten o'clock in the morning until well past
two in the afternoon; our longest and most trying delay on the trip,
and which limited our day's travel to thirty-six miles in fourteen
hours' work. Half as much would have satisfied us, however, for I think
it was the only time on the trip when we made serious calculations
regarding the abandonment of the raft and the building of another.
There were other occasions when such an event seemed probable, but in
some way we had managed to escape this necessity.

Our camp that evening was on a bank so high and solid that we
conjectured it must be the main bank (of the eastern side). So steep
was it that steps had to be cut in it in order to reach the top with
our camping and cooking effects.

At this camp--39--and a few of the preceding ones we found rosebuds
large and sweet enough to eat, and really a palatable change from the
salt and canned provisions of our larder. They were very much larger
than those we are accustomed to see in the United States proper and
somewhat elongated or pear shaped; the increase in size being entirely
in the fleshy capsule which was crisp and tender, while even the seeds
seemed to be less dry and "downy," or full of "cotton," than those of
temperate climes.

The mosquitoes were a little less numerous in the flat-lands, but, at
first, the little black gnats seemed to grow even worse. Mr. Homan,
who was especially troubled by these latter pests, had his hands so
swollen by their constant attacks that he could hardly draw his fingers
together to grasp the pencil with which he recorded his topographical
notes. Dr. Wilson and I experimented with some oil of pennyroyal taken
from the medicine chest, which is extensively used as an important
ingredient of the mosquito cures advertised in more southern climes. It
is very volatile and evaporates so rapidly that it was only efficacious
with the pests of the Yukon for two or three minutes, when they would
attack the spot where it had been spread with their old vigor. Mixed
with grease it held its properties a little longer, but would never do
to depend upon in this mosquito infested country.

I noticed that evening that banked or cumulus clouds, lying low along
the horizon, invariably indicated mountains or hills stretching under
them if all the other parts of the sky were clear. At that time we
recognized the Romantzoff range by this means, bearing north-west, a
discovery we easily verified the next morning when the air was clear
in every direction. At no time while we were drifting through the
flat-lands, when the weather and our position were favorable, were
hills or mountains out of view, although at times so distant as to
resemble light blue clouds on the horizon.

Although we were at the most northern part of our journey while in this
level tract, actually passing within the Arctic regions for a short
distance at old Fort Yukon, yet there was no part of the journey where
we suffered so much from the down-pouring heat of the sun, whenever
the weather was clear; and exasperatingly enough our greatest share of
clear weather was while we were floating between the upper and lower
ramparts.

All day on the 26th the current seemed to set to the westward, and we
left island after island upon our right in spite of all our efforts,
for we wanted to keep the extreme eastern channels so as to make old
Fort Yukon, where we had learned that an Indian, acting as a trader for
the Alaska Company might have some flour to sell. Our most strenuous
efforts in the hot sun were rewarded by our stranding a number of times
on the innumerable shoals in the shallow river, delaying us altogether
nearly three hours, and allowing us to make but thirty-three miles,
our course bringing us almost in proximity to the western bank. I knew
that we must be but a short distance from old Fort Yukon, at which
point I intended to await the river steamer's arrival so as to procure
provisions, for I had only two days' rations left; but this day had
been so unfavorable that I almost gave up all hope of making the Fort,
expecting to drift by next day far out of sight of it. About eleven
o'clock that night "Alexy," the half-breed Russian interpreter for
Ladue, came into our camp in his canoe, saying that Ladue had gone on
down to Fort Yukon that day, keeping the main right-hand channel which
we had missed, and that we were now so far to the west and so near Fort
Yukon that we might pass it to-morrow among the islands without seeing
it unless we kept more to the right. After receiving this doleful
information, which coincided so exactly with our own conclusions, we
went to sleep, and "Alexy" paddled away down stream, keeping a strong
course to the east, but it would have required Great Eastern's engines
on board of our cumbersome raft in order for us to make it.

[Illustration: THE STEAMER "YUKON," (IN A HERD OF MOOSE).

(A scene in the Yukon Flat-lands.)]

From the moment of our casting loose the raft, on the morning of the
27th, we commenced our struggle with the current to gain ground,
or rather, water, to the eastward, often with double and treble
complements of men at both oars. Point after point we successfully
essayed, working like pirates after their prey; and fully a half dozen
of these, I believe, were so closely passed across their upper ends
that a score less of strokes would have allowed us to float down the
western channel. Almost at the last minute we got such a straight away
course to the right bank that looking backward it seemed as if we had
ferried our way directly across the river, and as we rounded the last
island Fort Yukon's old dilapidated buildings burst into view, in the
very nick of time, too, for that particular island extended well below
the site of the old fort, and we passed around it hardly a good hop,
skip and a jump from its upper point. We could not suppress a cheer as
the hard earned victory was won, for to verify the old adage that "it
never rains but it pours" good luck, there at the bank was the river
steamer "Yukon" and from her decks came a rattling volley of shots
to welcome us and to which we replied almost gun for gun. A little
more hard pulling and we landed the raft just above the buildings and
about three or four hundred yards above the steamer, which we at once
prepared to visit. The "Yukon" is quite a small affair compared with
the river boats of the United States, but quite well built and well
modeled. They spoke of it as a ten-ton boat, although I took it to be
one of double or treble that capacity, its machinery being powerful
enough to drive a vessel of five or six times that tonnage against any
ordinary current, but very necessary for a boat of even the smallest
size on such a swift stream as the Yukon. The machinery took up the
greater portion of her interior and were it not for the upper decks, it
would have been difficult to find room for her large crew. The moment
I caught sight of the crew they seemed so like old acquaintances that
I was on the point of probing my memory for the circumstances of our
former meeting, when a second thought convinced me that it was only my
familiarity with the Eskimo face that had produced the effect of a
recognition. These Eskimos had been hired on the Lower Yukon, and but
for their being a little more stolid and homely than those of north
Hudson's Bay, I should have thought myself back among the tribes of
that region. They make better and more tractable workmen than any of
the Indians along the river, and in many other ways are superior to the
latter for the white men's purposes, being more honest, ingenious and
clever in the use of tools, while treachery is an unknown element in
their character. The master of the "Yukon" was Captain Petersen, and
the Alaska Company's trader was Mr. McQuestion, both of whom had been
for many years in the employ of that company on the river. From the
former I ascertained through information which he volunteered, that he
had a large ten or twelve ton river schooner at the trading station
of Nuklakayet, some three hundred miles further down the river to
which I was welcome when I reached that point with the raft. After the
"Yukon" had ascended the river as far as Belle Isle, he would return
and would pick us up wherever found and tow the schooner or _barka_ as
it was called in the local language of the country, a sort of hybrid
Russian vernacular. From long experience on the river, Captain Petersen
estimated its current at about five miles an hour above old Fort Yukon
for the short distance which he had ascended with the steamer; but
probably four from there to Nuklakayet; three and a half to Nulato; and
three below that until the influence of the low tides from Bering's
Sea is felt. Of course this rate of speed varies somewhat with the
season, but is the average during the period of navigation in July and
August. He expected to overtake me about the 15th of August somewhere
near Nulato, as he had orders to pull the St. Michael's off the gravel
bar where she was lying, the Alaska Commercial Company having bought
out all the effects of the rival concern after the latter had expended
between half a million and a million of dollars without any reasonable
remuneration for the outlay. This the captain thought would detain him
a week or ten days, and if I could get as far as Nulato, or Anvik, it
would save him towing the "barka" that far on its way to St. Michael's
or "the redoubt," as they all call it on the river. Thus we should be
doing each other a mutual favor. The "barka," however, had none of its
sails, except a jib, and this circumstance, coupled with the head winds
that we should be sure to encounter on the lower river at this reason,
reduced us to find our motive power still in the current. Provisions
were purchased in sufficient quantity to last as far as Nuklakayet,
where we could select from a much more varied stock.

Our dead reckoning, as checked by the astronomical observations,
showed the distance from the site of old Fort Selkirk to Fort Yukon
to be four hundred and ninety miles, and two-tenths, (490.2); and the
entire distance of the latter place from Crater Lake, at the head of
the river, nine hundred and eighty-nine (989) miles; the raft journey
having been twelve miles less. In running from Pyramid (Island) Harbor
of Chilkat Inlet, the last point we had left which had been determined
by astronomical instruments of precision, to Fort Yukon, the next such
point, a distance of over a thousand miles, Mr. Homan's dead reckoning,
unchecked the whole distance, was in error less than ten miles; and
from Fort Selkirk, determined by sextant and chronometer--the latter
regulated between the above two places--to Fort Yukon, the error was
less than six miles. At this point we connected our surveys with the
excellent one given to the lower river by Captain Raymond in 1869;
although we continued our own as far as the Aphoon, or northern, mouth
of the Yukon River.

When Russian America became Alaska, or to be precise, in 1867, that
date found the Russians established as traders only on the lower
river a considerable distance below the flat-lands, while in 1848 the
Hudson Bay Company had established Fort Yukon within their territory,
a port which they were still maintaining. Upon our accession, it was
determined to fix the position of Fort Yukon astronomically, and if it
should prove to be on Alaskan soil--west of the 141st meridian--the
Hudson Bay Company employes would be notified to vacate the premises.
This was done by Captain Raymond in 1869. In the course of this
occupation a good map of the Yukon River was made from its mouth to
Fort Yukon, which was published by the War Department, accompanied by
a report. With this it may be said that the results of the expedition
ceased, as that department of the government does not publish and sell
maps made under its direction, and they therefore are practically
deprived of circulation. When I asked Captain Petersen if he used maps
in navigating the river, he said that he seldom did, as there were no
good ones in existence for the permanent channels of the river, while
the temporary channels were so variable that his old maps were of
little service. He had never heard of the Raymond map being published,
and on being shown one, seemed astonished that so good a map was in
existence, and asked me to send him a copy, which I was unable to do,
as I could not procure one at the proper department in Washington.
The maps he had were those made by the Russians when they were in
possession of the country, which are still the best of such as can be
procured.

The Indians in and around old Fort Yukon are known to the traders as
the Fort Yukon Indians, which is probably as good a name as any, as
they are not entitled to be regarded as a distinct tribe (or even as
part of one), in the ordinary acceptation of the word. The country
of the flat-lands is not well stocked with game of the kind that
would support any great number of Indians at all seasons, and as the
river spreads over so wide an extent, the chances of catching fish
are proportionately decreased, and altogether the flat-lands would
be rejected by the natives for other locations. I was told by those
who ought to know, and whose assertions seem to be borne out by other
evidence, that there were no Indians who made this country their home
until Fort Yukon was established in 1848, an event which attracted the
usual number of Indians around the post who are always seen about a
frontier trading station, many of whom made it their home. They came
up the river, down the main stream, and down the great tributary, the
Rat or Porcupine River which empties itself near the fort, so that
the settlement was recruited by stragglers from several tribes, and
it was for this reason that I spoke of them as not being a distinct
tribe. The Indian who assumed the rôle of chief, Senati, as he is
called by the white people, a savage of more than ordinary authority
and determination, came from the lower ramparts where there exists a
village bearing his name, which he still visits. Since the abandonment
of the post by the Alaska Company, his force of character has done
much to hold together the handful of natives that still cling to the
old spot; but with his death and the desertion of the place by white
traders this part of the river will soon return to its former wildness.
When the Hudson Bay Company came upon the river at the point where they
built this fort, they felt safe from the encroachments of the Russians,
although trespassing upon Russian soil, as the Yukon was supposed to
flow northward, and, like the Mackenzie, to pour its waters into the
polar sea. Old maps may still be found bearing out this idea,[2] the
Colville being pressed into service as the conjectural continuation of
the Yukon into the Arctic portion of Alaska.

[2] As late as 1883, a fine globe bearing that date, costing some
hundreds of dollars, was received by the American Geographical Society
from a London firm, which still bears this error, corrected over twenty
years ago.

The 27th and 28th were occupied in taking observations to rate and
correct the chronometer, much of the first day being spent in company
with the officers of the boat, who recounted their interesting
adventures on the river and its adjacent regions, in which their lives
had been spent. I recall an episode of Mr. McQuestion's early life
which so well illustrates the extraordinary vigor of the _voyageurs_
of the Hudson Bay Company in the British north-west territory that
I shall briefly repeat it. His boyhood was spent in the northern
peninsula of Michigan and the states and territories to the westward,
until finally he found himself at old Fort Garry, then an important
post of the Hudson Bay Company. Here he was brought into constant
contact with the restless _voyageurs_, and from them he imbibed much
of their adventurous spirit, and was imbued with a longing to visit
the far north land of which they spoke. He heard of Athabasca as
other lads might hear of California and Mexico and Peru, while the
Mackenzie and Yukon resembled to his imagination some fabled El Dorado
or Aladdin's dream. He longed to see these lands for himself, but he
knew the hard work the _voyageurs_ were compelled to endure. He had
seen the bundles and bags and boxes of a hundred pounds that they were
to carry on their backs around rapids too swift to pole or "track,"
and over the many portages and exchanges on their long journeys. He
knew he was not equal to the work required, but with the enthusiasm of
youth he determined to make himself equal to it by a course of physical
training, and after several months presented himself to an agent of the
company as a full-fledged _voyageur_. To his delight he was accepted
and entered on their books at a monthly salary, that probably being the
least important part to him at the time. The first party which started
northward in the spring included young McQuestion in its number, the
most enthusiastic of all. Days wore on and much of his enthusiasm was
repressed by the hard experiences of the journey, but it was by no
means destroyed. In a few days the other _voyageurs_ began talking
of the great portage, where every thing, canoes included, had to be
carried on their backs around the swift rapids, and wishing that their
task, the hardest they had to encounter in the northern regions, was
well over. McQuestion rather regarded it in the light of variety, as
a break from the monotony of weary paddling over still and "tracking"
through swift water. At last the lower end of the great portage was
reached at a small cascade, and as the great canoe in which the young
_voyageur_ was paddling was nearly at the lower end of the line, he
could plainly see the indications ahead. The canoes came up and landed
at the little rocky ledge, their one hundred pound bundles were thrown
out on the bank, high and dry, and the canoe itself was dragged from
the water to make room for the next. McQuestion saw the chief of the
canoe throw a bundle on the first comer's back, and expected to see
him start off over the trail to the upper end of the portage, said to
be ten or twelve miles across, and running through a tanglewood with
all kinds of obstructions occurring the whole way. As the man did not
start off, however, McQuestion watched eagerly for the reason, and was
astonished to see the chief put a second bundle of a hundred pounds
upon the other for the packer to carry, a load under which he expected
to see the poor fellow stagger or fall. He did not fall, however, nor
even stagger, but wheeled in his tracks and started off at a good sharp
run, and disappeared over the hill. In a few minutes he reappeared on
the crest of another hill, still maintaining his rapid gait, and with
half a dozen others following him on the trail, with each carrying the
same weight, and proceeding at the same gait. His heart sank within
him, and as he climbed the ledge of rock he felt almost like a criminal
on the way to execution. He received his two bundles, started off, and
managed to keep up his gait over the crest of the nearest hill, when
he fell, spread out at full length over the first log he attempted to
cross. He returned to the factor in charge of the expedition, and a
compromise was made by which he paid to that functionary the amount
per month he was to have received in order to accompany the party as a
passenger. At one of the northern posts he obtained a situation more
to his liking, and thus drifted into the company's employ, finally
crossing over to the Yukon River, and transferring his allegiance to
the Alaska Company when it succeeded his old masters.

On the forenoon of the 20th, the Yukon continued her voyage up the
stream, having accomplished all the summer trading with the Fort Yukon
Indians the day previous. I was present at an afternoon parley with
them, and was greatly impressed at the patience exhibited and required
by traders among these savages; a patience such as not one shopman
in a thousand possesses, according to my experience, however great a
haggler he may be. McQuestion had learned the art of patience from his
old employers, probably the most successful bargainers with savages the
world has ever seen. Indian No. 1 put in an appearance with a miserable
lot of furs, and a more miserable story of poverty, the badness of the
winter for trapping, the scarcity of animals and the inferiority of
the pelts, his large family in need of support, his honesty with the
company in the past, and a score of other pleas, the upshot of which
was a request that he might be supplied with clothing and ammunition
for another year in return for the pelts at his feet. The trader
replies, setting a definite price in trading material for the amount
of skins before him, and the "dickering" begins. After half an hour
or an hour's talk of the most tiresome description, the discussion
ends in the Indian accepting the exact amount the trader originally
offered, or about one-tenth of his own demands. Indian No. 2, who has
heard every word of the conversation, then comes forward with the same
quality of furs and exactly the same story, the trade lasting exactly
the same time, and with exactly the same result; and so on with all the
others in turn. Even No. 12, of the dozen present, does not vary the
stereotyped proceedings any more than an actor's interpretation of a
part varies on the twelfth night of the piece. Then Indian No. 1 comes
forward again with a package of furs of a better quality than the first
he displayed, and solemnly affirms that these are the only ones he has
left, and that if the trader will not give him enough clothing for
himself and family, and enough ammunition to last through the winter
in return for them, they must all go naked and perhaps starve for want
of the means of procuring food. This story, with its continuation,
lasts about half as long as the first, but ends in the same way, as
the Indian's eloquence has about as much effect on the trader as it
would on the proverbial row of stumps. The farce is repeated by all the
Indians in turn, and is yet again repeated at least once before the
entire transaction is over, during all of which time the white trader
sits composedly on his stool, and gives a patient and unvarying answer
to each in his turn, under provocation that would have put Job in a
frenzy before the first circle was completed.

On the 29th of July we took an early departure, and about noon passed
an Indian village of five or six tents and ten or a dozen canoes, which
might have appeared uninhabited but for the dogs that surrounded the
tents, nearly a score to every one, proving that their owners were
either asleep or only temporarily absent. The dogs flocked down the
beach and up the bank, and emitted such a chorus of unearthly howls
that we were grateful to the current for hurrying us away. That day
we drifted 50.5 (geographical) miles in a trifle over thirteen hours,
showing but little diminution in the river's rate of speed. It was
an exceedingly hot blistering day on the river, almost unbearable,
and the heat, coupled with the clouds of mosquitoes, impelled the
doctor to remark that it was clear to the casual observer that we
were in the Arctic regions. About seven o'clock in the evening, the
thermometer marking 80° Fahrenheit in the shade, we saw "sun-dogs,"
or parhelia, very plainly marked on either side of the western sun, a
phenomenon I had so often observed in the Arctic winter and in Arctic
weather elsewhere, as to seem incongruous during such tropical heat. A
heavy rain shower came up about ten o'clock at night and continued at
intervals until late the next morning.

"It is an ill wind that blows no one any good," and if the gnats and
mosquitoes did keep us awake all night they allowed us to start two
hours earlier than usual, and in spite of a gale in the afternoon that
made it very difficult to steer well and to keep off the lee banks,
we camped reasonably early and had forty-four miles to our credit in
addition. This wind was very cold and disagreeable, with heavy black
clouds overhead; a most decided change in the weather since the day
before, but for the better, as the strong wind kept down the mosquitoes
and gave us all a good night's rest.

The 31st was uneventful, and in fact it was only in the casual
incidents of our voyage that we found any thing to interest us while
floating through this region, a flat desert clothed with spruce
trees, all of a uniform size, and monotonous in the extreme. We scored
forty-five geographical miles and retired at night in a rain shower,
which continued with such unabated fury next day that we remained
in camp. A stroll that evening disclosed the distal extremity of a
mastodon's femur on the gravel beach near camp, Mr. Homan finding a
tooth of the same animal near by. For many years the scattered bones
of this extinct animal have been found along the Yukon, showing that
this region was once its home. When at Fort Yukon an Indian brought the
tooth of a mastodon to a member of my party, and receiving something
for it, probably more than he expected, told the white man that the
entire skeleton was protruding from the banks of one of the islands,
about a day's journey up the river. Our limited time and transportation
forbade investigating it further. In a few years, I suppose, the bank
will be excavated by the undermining river, and the bones swept away
and scattered over many bars and beaches, for it is in such places that
the greatest numbers are found, while a complete skeleton _in situ_ is
a rarity.

In spite of slight showers and a general "bad outlook," we started
early next morning, and were very soon driven into a slough on the
left (southern) bank by a strong north-west wind. Through this spot
the current was so stagnant that we were over two hours in making a
little less than two miles. At one time the head wind threatened to
bring us completely to a standstill, so slight was our motive power.
Nor was this our only episode of the same character. Several times the
exasperating wind played us this trick, and when we camped for the
night after twelve hours spent on the water, we could only reckon
twenty-six miles to our credit. The event thoroughly established the
fact that the central channels of the many which penetrate this flat
district contain the swiftest currents, while along the main banks
there are numerous water-ways open at both ends with almost stagnant
water in them. About three in the afternoon we passed a double log
house on the right bank with two or three small log _caches_ mounted
high in the air on the corner posts, and two graves, all of which
seemed new in construction, although the place was entirely deserted.
Indian signs of all kinds now began to appear as we approached the
lower ramparts, although no Indians were seen. By noon the blue
hills of the ramparts were seen to our left, and by the middle of
the afternoon, we could make out individual trees upon them, and at
half-past seven o'clock we camped on the last island in the great group
of from two to ten thousand through which we had been threading our
way so long, with the upper gates of the lower ramparts in full sight,
about a mile or two distant.




CHAPTER XI.

THROUGH THE LOWER RAMPARTS, AND THE END OF THE RAFT JOURNEY.


[Illustration: INDIAN "CACHE" ON LOWER YUKON.]

Very well defined indeed are the upper gates of the lower ramparts, and
one enters them from above with a suddenness that recalls his childish
ideas of mountain ranges taken from juvenile geography-books, where
they are represented as a closely connected series of tremendously
steep peaks, with no outlying hills connecting them with the level
valleys by gently rolling <DW72>s, as nature has fortunately chosen
to do; this approach to the lower ramparts being one of the few
exceptions. The lower termination is not by any means so well marked
as after the rapids at Senati's village are passed; there is a gradual
lowering of the range, broken by many abrupt as well as gradual rises
until the delta at the mouth of the river is reached, far beyond the
point at which any traveler has placed their western limit. I think
I agree pretty well with others in placing it about the mouth of the
Tanana or Nuklakayet trading station. This would give the lower
ramparts a length of about one hundred miles along the river, or about
one-fourth the length of the upper ramparts.

On August 3d we started at 7:30 A. M., and half an hour afterward our
hearts were gladdened by re-entering the hilly country, for the flat
and monotonous districts through which we had been drifting for many
days induced a peculiar depression difficult to describe as well as to
suffer. Our entry was signaled by the killing of three young but almost
full-grown gray geese out of a small flock which we surprised as we
floated around a point of land near the northern bank. This incident
ushered in a hunting season when our shot-guns might have done great
service but for our unfavorable condition for hunting, planted as we
were upon a raft in the middle of a broad river.

We had supposed that when we entered the ramparts and the
widely-scattered waters of the river were united into a single channel,
our speed would surely increase; in fact, we had been told as much by
the steamboat men. On the contrary, the current was distinctly slower
than that of any main channel of the stream through which we had
drifted since leaving the head of the river, and after floating for
thirteen hours we could only reckon thirty-six geographical miles to
our credit, the poorest record we had made except on days when we had
stranded upon a river bar or had been forced down a side channel of
slack water.

About one o'clock in the afternoon we passed three canoes hauled up
on the right bank, their owners being asleep on the warm sand of the
shore, nearly naked. Their clothes were hanging out to dry, and they
were evidently remaining over from the heavy rain-storm of the day
before. Persistent yelling aroused them, and one of their number put
off in his canoe, paddling around the raft, but not understanding each
other, he returned to the shore, having uttered but one word that we
could comprehend, _chy_ (tea).

A half-hour afterward we passed the mouth of the Che-taut, a fair-sized
stream coming in from the north. Near this point and for some
distance beyond, we saw a number of old Indian signs, such as graves,
habitations and _caches_, but the only living representatives of the
tribe were the three sleepers we had seen a few miles back. Numbers
of large wicker fish-traps were seen along the beach, none of which,
however, were set; and, in general, an air of desolation prevailed. As
soon as the early cold snaps of approaching winter along the Arctic
coast of Alaska send the reindeer southward on their migrations, these
Nimrods of the river hasten northward to meet them, for their skins
furnish most acceptable winter clothing, and their meat is a welcome
change from the dried salmon of the river. About six o'clock we saw a
fair-looking Indian log-house on the right bank of the river, having a
_barrabora_ (Russian name for log-cabin, half or nearly underground,
the "dug-out" of the West), and _cache_ attached. All of the Indian
_caches_ of the lower ramparts, and even further down the river until
the Eskimo are encountered, are merely diminutive log-cabins from
about four by four to eight by eight, mounted on corner logs so high
that one can walk underneath the floor, which is generally made of
poles or puncheons. A steep log leans against the door-sill and is
cut into steps, to enable the owner to ascend (see initial piece to
this chapter). The owner of this particular cabin had displayed much
more than the usual energy in the construction of his domicile, there
actually being a fence inclosing a small yard on one side of the house,
and wooden steps leading up the steep bank from the water's edge to the
little plateau upon which the cabin was built. These were roughly but
ingeniously constructed of small, short lengths of log, the upper sides
being leveled with an adze or ax.

We camped at 8:30 P.M. near several Indian graves, about a mile or
two above the mouth of the Whymper River, which comes in from the
left, and just on the upper boundary of the conspicuous valley of that
stream. There were quite a number of graves at this point, forming the
first and only burying place we saw on the river that might be called
a family graveyard, _i.e._, a spot where a number, say six or seven,
were buried in a row within a single inclosure. From its posts at the
corners and sides were the usual _totems_ and old rags flying, two of
the carvings representing, I think, a duck and a bear respectively,
while the others could not be made out. We had heard, in an imperfect
way, on the upper river, that some disease was raging among the natives
on the lower part, and that whole villages had been swept away and
bodies left unburied, but this proved to be wholly sensational. A
mild form of measles had indeed attacked a small town, causing one
or two deaths, but this was the only foundation we could find for
the report. The Yukon River, however, is a great thoroughfare for
contagious disease, and maladies raging among the Chilkats have been
known to travel its whole course as rapidly as we had done, and from
the river as a base had spread right and left among the native tribes,
until the cold weather of approaching winter subdued them, if they
were amenable to the influence of temperature. I have never heard of
any returning against the stream, but instances of their descending it
are not infrequent. Dr. Wilson tried to get a skull out of the many we
assumed were at hand, to send to the Army Museum's large craniological
collection, but although several very old-looking sites were opened,
the skulls were too fresh to be properly prepared in the brief time at
our disposal.

The most welcome change in this hilly country is the diminishing of the
gnats and mosquitoes into quite endurable numbers. We found several
varieties of berries near this camp, one or two of which were quite
palatable; the crisp rosebuds still continuing to appear, although
perhaps they were not so large as those we found near old Fort Yukon.

These lower ramparts so closely resemble the ramparts of the Upper
Yukon in many particulars that the conviction seemed irresistible that
they are one and the same chain of mountains, and if I may be excused
the simile, are stretched like a bow-string across the great arc of the
Yukon, as it bends northward into the Arctic flat-lands, which latter
beyond the timber line become the great Arctic tundra.

The night of August 3d was very cold, only a few degrees above
freezing, and besides the chance it gave us for a most comfortable
night's rest, it stiffened up the few mosquitoes of the evening before
so completely that they had to suspend operations altogether. Just
before starting Corporal Shircliff killed a large porcupine near camp,
an animal said to be quite numerous along the river, and so abundant
in the flat-lands near Fort Yukon as to attach his name to the large
tributary which joins the river at that point. It was nearly eight
o'clock when we started, and after a mile's drifting we passed the
mouth of the Whymper River, which we could not see until after we had
got well past it. Its valley, however, is quite noticeable, and one
would immediately conjecture that a river of considerable dimensions
flowed through it.

A somewhat ludicrous incident took place at a short distance below
this point. As we were drifting along a couple of wolves came trotting
leisurely around a point of land just ahead of us, and the corporal and
the cook picking up their rifles began firing at them with the usual
fatal results--to the ammunition--the wolves simply snapping at each
shot as it was fired, but not apparently increasing their pace, though
they were but seventy-five or a hundred yards away. After fully half a
dozen shots had been discharged as fast as the two could load and fire,
an Indian house broke unexpectedly into view around the point from
which the wolves had come, and in one breath two or three of the amused
spectators called out to the sportsmen that they were firing at Indian
dogs, as was proved by the tameness of the animals and their proximity
to the house; whereupon I told the men to desist. The funny thing was
that they really were wolves, and the two men had fired so rapidly and
the bullets had struck the bank and torn out the gravel just beyond the
animals so fast that all their attention was absorbed in that direction
and thus they did not observe us, the reports of the shots and the
echoes of the impacts being so confusing. The moment we ceased and they
heard our voices and got one look at us out on the river the rapidity
with which they sought the woods, left no doubt as to their species.
The Indian house and surroundings were deserted and the wolves had been
smelling around and investigating some old animal refuse near by.

[Illustration: THE RAPIDS OF THE LOWER RAMPARTS.

(Looking down stream.)]

This part of the river was particularly abundant in Indian signs of a
permanent character on both banks of the river, but not a living soul
was seen anywhere.

A most exasperating gale of wind raged all day, driving us into
areas of slack-water in which we could scarcely move, and keeping us
alongside of steep banks in the river bends; and when camp was made
shortly after eight o'clock, after being on the water over twelve
hours, we had made but twenty-six and a half miles.

During the day we saw a number of places at which the red rocks crop
out from the summits of the high hills, resembling those on the eastern
side of Lake Lindeman, which had been named the "Iron-Capped Mountains"
on that account. The contrast of color was not so great, however, for
on the latter range the rocks projected through the snow and blue-ice
of the glacier-cap, while in the lower ramparts they were surrounded
by brownish-red soil and autumnal foliage. I doubt if I should have
noticed them but for their great similarity to those on the headwaters
of the river.

Our Camp 47 was near a small stream on the left bank and I observed
that all of these little creeks passing through the wet moss and
tundra-like carpet underneath the dense timber, were highly 
with a port-wine hue, although their waters were so clear that one
could often see to the bottom in places three and four feet deep.
Probably these streams have their sources in the iron-impregnated
soil and rock of the adjacent mountains, and if flowing through land
where the drainings have absorbed the dyes from decaying leaves and
vegetation, acquire this deep red color, almost verging on purple,
forming a sort of natural ink, as it were. Wherever these streams empty
themselves, their waters make a striking contrast with the white and
muddy river, and often where there was nothing else to indicate that
we were approaching a tributary, we would see ahead a dark stripe
running out from the bank and curving down stream as it took up the new
direction of the river's course, and this would indicate the presence
of a creek from the hillsides, long before we could reach its mouth.

Two days after entering this hilly country we approached the rapids
of the lower ramparts, of which we had heard and read so much that we
felt a little anxiety as to the danger of approaching them. We had a
very good map, Raymond's, of this part of the river, and knew just
about where to expect them, and this circumstance, coupled with the
instructions received on the upper river to keep well toward the left
bank, reassured us somewhat; but still we had double complements of men
at both bow and stern oars to be used in case of emergency. A little
bit uncertain at one point in regard to our position with respect to
the rapids we made hasty inquiries at a small Indian village near which
we drifted, and its occupants told us that we had passed the rapids
about half a mile back, the natives pointing to an insignificant reef
of low white bowlders that jutted out a short distance from the right
bank. They were certainly the mildest rapids had ever seen. During
higher water, when the current is swifter and the reef just projects
from the swift water, these rapids may appear more formidable, but if
this part of the river had been wholly unexplored until our arrival,
I doubt seriously whether we should ever have observed them. At this
point the river is only about two hundred and fifty yards wide, and
although the current noticeably increases, its increase can not, I
think, be in any proportional to the vast volume of water the river
must carry through such a narrow channel; the stream must, therefore,
be unusually deep. This part of the lower ramparts, which may be
assumed to be the "backbone" or summit of the chain of high hills
through which the river has cut its way, is very picturesque, and
had it not been for the squally weather and the black clouds that
were lowering over the crests, I should have lingered awhile so as to
procure a few photographs of the scenery. Gloster's sketches served our
purpose too well in such places to think of delaying very long for this
object at any point of the journey, and one of them is shown on page
295. I think it would be a fair estimate to say that the hills of the
upper ramparts in their highest elevations are nearly twice the height
of the corresponding ones in the lower ramparts.

We passed the rapids of the ramparts at 2:10 P.M., and the Indian
village below ten minutes later. This is called Senati's (Senatee's)
village upon previous maps, and at the date of our arrival was made
up of two well-worn tents and four birch-bark houses, the whole
containing from forty to fifty souls. Over half a dozen canoes put off
from the village and were soon paddling around us, whereupon a lively
competition ensued for supplying us with dried and smoked salmon. It
was at this village that I first noticed the round-rimmed hand net
spoken of in a former chapter as appearing on the lower river. Their
handles of ten and twelve feet in length may appear to contradict my
conjecture as to the unusual depth of the river here, or the Indians
may go further down to fish, as we saw large numbers of their _caches_
perched along the right bank some distance below. Our camp was a forced
one that evening,--the 5th--as we got stuck on a sandspit at the head
of an island where we had to make "a rubber-boot camp" as the men
designated any place where we grounded in shoal water so far from the
shore that rubber-boots had to be put on in order to carry the cooking
and camping effects to the selected spot. Cold and stormy as the day
had been the mosquitoes sent a fair representation to inform us that
we had not been deserted by them. From Camp 47 to Camp 48, Mr. Homan
figured the day's run of nearly twelve hours' uninterrupted drift
at but twenty-seven miles, and this in the narrowest portion of the
ramparts, where we had hoped the current would increase. I was much
inclined to think that our progress had been underestimated four or
five miles, and that a desire to coincide with Captain Raymond's maps
had marred an otherwise almost faultless reckoning.

Shortly after noon on the 6th--having started at half-past eight--we
passed the mouth of the Tanana, having found one more island on this
stretch of the river than is mapped by Raymond. A half-dozen more
islands in many parts of the wide river or even half a hundred more or
less at any point in the flat-lands might have escaped detection on any
previous map, but here the shores are so bold and the islands so few
and conspicuous that they can hardly escape casual observation, and an
error of even one upon the map would attract notice.

The Tanana River, to which I have referred, is the largest tributary
of the Yukon, and is fully the peer of the parent stream, at the
point of confluence. Were it not for the fact that the geographical
features which must necessarily limit the drainage area of each
preclude the Tanana basin from equaling that of the Yukon, a casual
observer standing at the junction of the two might well be puzzled to
know which of the two was entitled to be regarded as the main stream.
The Yukon River at this point is a little over thirteen hundred miles
in length from its head, and a glance at a map will show that in its
great northward bend it has inclosed the Tanana, which would have to
make a great many windings within this area in order to equal the
Yukon in length, a case which we are not justified in assuming. There
is a rough method, however, of arriving at its length, according to
the story told me by an old trader on the river, upon whose word I
can rely. With one white companion, and some Indians as packers, he
crossed from the trading station at Belle Isle, near Johnny's village
or _Klat-ol-klin_, in a south-west direction, over the hills that
divide the Yukon and Tanana basins, ascending a tributary of the former
and descending one of the latter, the journey occupying two or three
weeks, after which the Indians were sent back. A boat was constructed
from the hide of a moose, resembling the "bull-boat" of the western
frontiersmen, and in this they drifted to the river's mouth. At the
point where the two travelers first sighted the Tanana, the trader
estimated it to be about twelve hundred yards wide, or very nearly
three-quarters of a mile, and as they were floating fifteen or sixteen
hours a day for ten days, on a current whose speed he estimated at
six or seven miles an hour, it being much swifter than the Yukon at
any point as high as Belle Isle, my informant computed his progress
at from ninety to a hundred miles a day; or from nine hundred to a
thousand miles along the Tanana. He estimates the whole length of the
river by combining the result of his observation with Indian reports,
at from ten to twelve hundred miles. Fear of the Tanana Indians appears
to be the motive for the rapid rate of travel through their country,
and although in general a very friendly tribe to encounter away from
home, they have always opposed any exploration of their country. The
trader's companion had suggested and promoted the journey as a _quasi_
scientific expedition, and he collected a few skulls of the natives and
some botanical specimens, but no maps or notes were made of the trip,
and it was afterward said by the Alaska Company's employes that the
explorer was an envoy of the "opposition," as the old traders called
the new company, sent to obtain information regarding the country as
a trading district. Allowing a fair margin for all possible error, I
think the river is from eight hundred to nine hundred miles long, not a
single portion of which can be said to have been mapped.[3] This would
probably make the Tanana, if I am right in my estimate, the longest
wholly unexplored river in the world, certainly the longest of the
western continent.

[3] I have since learned that Mr. Bates made a map and took notes.

[Illustration: LOOKING BACK INTO MOUTH OF TANANA.

(Tanana Indians, Male and Female. From Petroff's Government Report on
Alaska Census.)]

As we drifted by its mouth we could only form an approximate idea of
its width, which was apparently two or three miles, including all
channels and islands, which may be of the nature of a delta. It seemed
to be very swift and brought down quantities of uprooted drift timber
of large dimensions as compared with that brought by the Yukon. Looking
back it resembled a suddenly exposed inland lake on the borders of the
main stream, and its swift waters so overwhelmed those of the Yukon
that a great slackening took place in the latter near their confluence,
forming a sluggish pool into which we helplessly drifted. All these
circumstances give to the Tanana the appearance of equality with the
more important stream. Once in its current we went skimming along at a
rapid rate that revealed the force of the new stream.

At 1:40 P.M. we passed an Indian village of four tents and two
birch-bark houses, containing from twenty to twenty-five souls. Among
the canoemen who visited us was a half-breed Indian, very neatly and
jauntily dressed, who spoke English quite well, and whom we hired to
pilot us to the trading station at Nuklakayet, the channel to which
was very blind, and difficult to follow, as we had been told at old
Fort Yukon. An hour later a large native village was passed on the
north bank, apparently deserted; and another hour brought us to the
"opposition" store of the old Northern Trading Company, around which
was grouped quite an extensive collection of Indian cabins, graves,
_caches_, and other vestiges of habitation. The old store was nearly
demolished, while the once thriving Indian village had hardly a sign of
life in it.

At half-past four o'clock we passed two or three small Indian camps
on the upper ends of some contiguous islands, upon which they were
spending the summer in fishing for salmon. At the upper ends of these
islands they build oblique weirs or wicker-work wing-dams converging
to a certain point, at which a large wicker-work net is placed, and
into the latter the salmon are directed and there caught. These
wicker-work nets are similar to those heretofore spoken of as having
been seen scattered along the beach in front of a small house just
after entering the ramparts, and some of them are so large that a man
might walk into their open mouths, while they are probably a score of
feet in length. These, together with the native hand-nets, already
spoken of, are the only appliances I saw used for catching fish; but
they serve amply to supply the natives throughout the year, and to give
their numerous dogs a salmon apiece every day.

A little after six o'clock we sighted the Nuklakayet trading station,
and after much hard labor succeeded in making a landing there, for
the channel was most tortuous, and without our Indian pilot we should
probably have missed the place altogether, so much dodging through
winding ways and around obscure islands was necessary. Mr. Harper,
whom we found in charge, was the only white man present, although Mr.
McQuestion, and another trader who was down the river at the time (Mr.
Mayo), make the station their headquarters. It is the furthest inland
trading post at present maintained by the Alaska Commercial Company--or
any other corporation on the river--although there were formerly others
of which mention has been made, but an occasional visit of the river
steamer has taken their place. Nuklakayet was once on the flat bottom
land at the junction of the Tanana and the Yukon, and was considered
a sort of neutral ground for the British traders from above and the
Russians below, there being at that time summer trading camps only in
existence.

[Illustration: THE NORTHERNMOST GARDEN IN THE UNITED STATES,
NUKLAKAYET, ALASKA.]

Here Mr. Harper had attempted a small garden, which is certainly the
most northerly garden existing in the territory of the United States,
if not in the western continent; it being eighty-five geographical or
ninety-eight statute miles from the Arctic circle, or within a couple
of days' journey of the polar regions. The garden is shown in the
illustration taken from a photograph made by Mr. Homan. Its principal
vegetables were turnips, the largest of which raised that year weighed
a little over six pounds. They seemed particularly crisp and acceptable
to our palates, most of us eating them raw, _à la_ Sellers. I never
knew before that turnips were so palatable. A few other hardy plants
and vegetables completed the contents of the garden. Gardening in this
country, however, must be greatly impeded by the swarms of mosquitoes,
while agriculture on a considerable scale would be retarded by the wet
and mossy character of the soil. Mr. Harper has chosen a south-eastern
<DW72> directly on the river bank, and here the immediate drainage has
helped him to overcome the latter obstacle to the success of his garden.

We inspected the "barka," or decked schooner of ten or twelve tons, and
I decided to take her, although fearing that we might find many more
discomforts in her cramped quarters, than upon our old raft.

Here, too, the old raft was laid away in peace, perhaps to become
kindling-wood for the trader's stove. Rough and rude as it was, I had
a friendliness for the uncouth vessel, which had done such faithful
service, and borne us safely through so many trials, surprising us
with its good qualities. It had explored a larger portion of the great
river than any more pretentious craft, and seemed to deserve a better
fate.

[Illustration: THE RAFT AT THE END OF ITS JOURNEY (1303 MILES).

(Looking across and down the Yukon River from Nuklakayet.)]




CHAPTER XII.

DOWN THE RIVER AND HOME.


[Illustration: INDIAN OUT-DOOR GUN COVERING, ON THE LOWER YUKON RIVER.]

The 7th of August we remained over pumping out the bilge-water from the
"barka" and transferring freight from the raft to the schooner, and
making use of our photographic apparatus.

At Nuklakayet the Eskimo dogs begin to appear, forty or fifty being
owned by the station, the majority of which Mr. Harper feared he should
have to kill to save the expense of feeding them through the winter.
As each of them ate a salmon a day, it will be seen that this cost
was no small item. I remembered the trouble I had once experienced in
obtaining even a smaller number of these useful creatures; a difficulty
which many another Arctic traveler has encountered, while here was a
pack about to be slaughtered that would well suffice for any sledging
party. The Eskimo dogs of Alaska are larger, finer-looking, and a
much more distinct variety than those of North Hudson's Bay, King
William Land country, and adjacent districts; a description of any one
Alaska dog answering nearly for all, while among the others I have
named, there was the widest difference in size, shape and general
appearance. From all I could learn, and I was careful to inquire of
their capabilities, I do not think the Alaskan Eskimo dogs can compare
with the others in endurance, whether as regards fatigue, exposure
or fasting. For all the purposes of men who are never in fear of
starvation, I think it more than probable that the Alaskan Eskimo dog
would be found superior on short journeys and trips between points
where food is procurable; but for the use of explorers, or of any one
who may be exposed to the danger of famine, the others are undoubtedly
far superior. When I told some of the Yukon River traders, who had
spent much of their lives in the native country of these dogs, of some
of the feats of endurance of the Hudson Bay species, they seemed to
think, judging from their countenances, that I was giving them a choice
selection from the Arctic edition of Munchausen.

Eskimo boats, or those in which the wooden frames are covered with
sealskin, are also first noticed at this place; although the Eskimo
people themselves are not found as regular inhabitants until Anvik
has been passed, some twenty or thirty miles. I saw both kinds, the
smaller variety, or _kiak_, in native language, and the large kind, or
_oomien_, of the Eskimo. An attempt had evidently been made to fashion
the bow and stern of the latter into nautical "lines," with a result
much more visible than with those of Hudson's Straits and Bay.

On Wednesday the 8th of August, we got away late, and there being
a slight breeze behind us, we set the jib--the only sail with the
boat--and were agreeably surprised at the manner in which our new
acquisition cut through the water, with even this little help; the sail
assisting her probably a couple of miles an hour, and, better than
all, making it very easy work to keep in the strongest currents.

Indian villages or camps were seen occasionally on the upper ends of
islands, with their fish-traps set above them, and from some of these
we obtained fresh salmon. As the trading stations are approached, these
Indian camps increase, the largest being generally clustered around
the station itself, while a diminution both in numbers and size is
perceptible in proportion to the distance from these centers. As many
of these camps are but temporary summer affairs, which are abandoned
late in the fall, this clustering around the white men's stores becomes
more marked at that period. That night's camping, however, plainly
showed us that the "barka" was not as good as the raft for the purpose
of approaching the shore, it drawing about three feet to the raft's
twenty inches, so that "rubber-boot camps" might be quite numerous in
the future. Worst of all, our rubber boots were but little protection
in three feet of water, and filling to the top, became more of an
impediment than otherwise in carrying our effects to the shore. Most of
our camping places were now selected with reference to steep banks that
had at least three feet of water at their foot, yet were not so high
but that a long gang-plank could reach the crest.

On the 9th, we started early with a light wind in our face that within
an hour had become a furious gale, with white capped waves running over
the broad river and dashing over our boat. We ran into shoal water,
dropped anchor, and tried to protect ourselves by crawling in under
the leaking decks. Here we remained cooped up until four o'clock in
the afternoon, when the gale abating somewhat we pulled up anchor
and drifted for six or seven miles, going into camp at eight o'clock,
having made eight and a-half miles for the day. After camping, the gale
died down to a calm, and allowed us the full benefit of the mosquitoes.
Either we were getting used to their attacks, or the season had
affected the insects, for they appeared less numerous than on the upper
river.

The 10th was another day starting well with a favorable breeze and
ending with a heavy head-wind. That day we passed the Newicargut and
still saw many Indian camps where fishing for salmon was going on.

The 11th was an aggravating repetition of the events of the two
preceding days. That day we passed the Melozecargut, and camped
opposite the mouth of the Yukocargut. [4]"Cargut" is the native name
for river, and Sooncargut, Melozecargut, and Tosecargut, have been
changed to Sunday-cargut, Monday-cargut, and Tuesday-cargut by the
English speaking traders of the district.

[4] Spelled _Chargut_ on Mr. Homan's map.

Another object now influenced our selection of camps for the night, and
that was to choose a spot with few or no islands in its front, so that
the descending river steamer "Yukon" could not pass us while in camp by
taking a channel hidden from our view.

Shortly after midnight a steamer's whistling was heard far down the
river, and after a great deal of anxiety for fear it was the "Yukon"
that had passed us unnoticed, we heard the puffing approach nearer
and nearer, and soon saw the light of an ascending river steamer. It
proved to be a very diminutive but powerful little thing which Mr.
Mayo was taking to Nuklakayet for the winter. Two brothers of the
name of Scheffelin, the elder of whom is well known in frontier mining
history as the discoverer of the celebrated Tombstone district of
Arizona, having amassed a fortune in that territory, decided to try
the mining prospects of the Yukon and its tributaries, and the prior
year had chartered a vessel in San Francisco on which they put this
little river steamer, and sailed for the Yukon. Here a year was spent
in prospecting, and although "ounce diggings[5] were struck" on or
near the Melozecargut, yet all the surroundings made "Ed" Scheffelin
think it would not pay to put capital in such an undertaking, although
it might remunerate the individual effort of the itinerant miner
whose capital is his pick-ax, pan and shovel. Early in the spring the
Scheffelins got a letter from Arizona which determined their return to
the United States, and they had left the river a few weeks previously,
the three traders at Nuklakayet buying their little river steamer,
which the former owners had named the "New Racket." The wages of these
traders had been reduced by the Alaska Company in order to contract
expenses, so that the company might make a small percentage on the
large capital invested, until the traders found themselves without
sufficient means to live upon, and they had bought the boat intending
to organize a small trading company of their own upon the river unless
their former wages were restored. The Scheffelin mining expedition was
an expensive one, and remarkably well "outfitted" in every necessary
department. The large number of Eskimo dogs at Nuklakayet had been
selected by him for the purpose of sledging expeditions in winter time.
He thought seriously of invading the prospective gold fields of Africa
as his next venture, showing plainly the roving spirit which had served
him so well in the arid deserts of Arizona. No one could meet him
anywhere without wishing him good luck in his wild adventures, for he
was the prince of good fellows.

[5] Diggings that will pay an ounce of gold per man a day, or, as gold
usually runs, from $10 to $20 per day.

The "New Racket" left us very early in the morning, having tied up
alongside of camp the night before, while we started about the usual
time, an hour after daylight. About 3:30 P.M. that day--the 12th--we
passed a very considerable Indian village called Sakadelontin, composed
of a number of birch-bark houses and some ten or twelve _caches_, and
containing probably fifty or sixty people. It is one of the few large
villages to be found at any great distance from a trading station.
Before reaching it we observed a number of native coffins perched up in
the trees, the first and only ones we saw so situated on the river. All
day on the 12th and 13th a heavy gale from the south made even drifting
difficult. Upon a couple of northward-trending stretches of the river
that were encountered on the 13th we set the jib, and spun along at the
rate of six or seven miles an hour. At one place where we were held
against the high banks by the force of the gale, we went ashore, and
much to our surprise found a most prolific huckleberry patch, where we
all regaled ourselves as long as the wind lasted. These berries were
quite common along this part of the river, and nearly every canoe that
put off from a camp or village would have one or two trays or bowls of
wood or birch-bark full of them, which the natives wanted to trade for
tea or tobacco. We camped in what is called by the river steamer men
the "cut-off slough," just south of the mouth of the Koyukuk River, a
northern tributary of considerable dimensions, which empties into the
Yukon at a point where it makes a short but bold bend to the north, the
"slough" making the route about one-fifth shorter. The mouth of the
tributary is marked by the Koyukuk Sopka (hill), a high eminence which
is visible for many miles around. This feature is characteristic of
this part of the Yukon Valley, isolated hills and peaks often rising
precipitously from a perfectly level country.

[Illustration: FALLING BANKS OF THE YUKON JUST BELOW NUKLAKAYET.]

The 14th saw us make Nulato, quite an historical place on the river.
It was the furthest inland trading station of the old Russian-American
Fur Company at the time of our purchase of Alaska, and had been used as
such by them, under different names, for nearly a quarter of a century.
It was occupied by the traders of the Alaska Company until a year or
two before my arrival, as well as by traders of the "opposition," when
the killing of one of the latter led to trouble with the Indians, so
that both companies withdrew.

Many years ago, one cold winter night, the Russians of the station
were massacred, along with a number of friendly Indians who had
assembled around the station. In this disaster fell an English naval
officer, Lieutenant Barnard by name, who was looking for traces of
Sir John Franklin, even in this out-of-the-way corner of the earth. A
respectable head-board marks his grave, but the high grass and willows
have buried it almost out of sight.

Here also lies buried a locally noted Russian character of hard
reputation, Kerchinikoff by name, whose story was told me by more
than one of the traders, who had known him and heard of his doings in
his adventurous career. It was romancingly said by way of illustrating
his prowess among the native tribes, that if the skulls of his Indian
victims had been heaped together in his grave they would not only
fill it but enough would have remained to erect a high monument to
his memory. He died at a great age, having been from his very youth
a terror to all the tribes on the lower river, but wholly in the
interests, as he interpreted them, of the great iron monopoly to which
he belonged. Many years ago the few Russian traders of the Andreavsky
station had been massacred by the Indians. Kerchinikoff asked for
protection and a sufficient force to punish the murderers, and those
at Nulato transmitted his request to the headquarters of the Russian
Fur Company at far-off Sitka, but did not receive even the courtesy
of an answer. With one or two companions he put a couple of old rusty
Russian carronades in the prow of his trading boat,--the identical one
on which we were drifting down the river, and which he himself had
built--and in lieu of proper ammunition, which he was unable to get,
he loaded his guns with spikes, hinges and whatever scraps of iron and
lead he could pick up around Michaeloffski, and appearing suddenly
before the Indian village, demanded the surrender of the murderers. The
natives gathered in a great crowd on the shore of the river, laughing
derisively at his apparently absurd demands, having never even heard
of such a thing as a cannon. Spears were hurled and arrows shot at the
boat, which thereupon slowly approached, having its cannon pointed at
the dense crowd. When an arrow buried itself in the prow, the terrible
report of the two carronades made answer, and about a score of Indians
were stretched upon the beach, while the wounded and panic-stricken
fled in great numbers to the woods for protection. From that day not a
single drop of white man's blood was ever shed by any savages upon the
lower river, until Kerchinikoff himself, while lying on his sledge in a
drunken stupor, was stabbed to death almost within a stone's throw of
the graves of those whom he had avenged.

We landed at Upper Nulato (the "opposition" store), and here
encountered a half-breed who spoke tolerable English, and who pointed
out the places just mentioned.

"Hello, where you come?" was his first question, to which we briefly
replied, one of the members of the party remarking it was quite windy
hereabouts, referring to the three or four days' gale we had had.

"Allee time like that now," was his cheerful answer. This
neatly-dressed young fellow took me down to his _cache_, and seemed
especially delighted in showing me his new "parka," or reindeer coat,
for winter wear. It was one of the highly-prized "spotted" _parkas_.
The spotted reindeer are bred only in Asia, and their hides--for
the tribe owning them will never allow the live animals to be taken
away--find their way into Alaska by way of Bering's Straits by means
of intertribal barter, while numbers are brought by the Alaska Company
from Russian ports on that side, and are used as trading material with
such tribes as wear reindeer clothing. I offered a good price for this
particular "parka," but the owner would not part with it, as they are
especially valuable and tolerably rare at this distance up the river,
and only the wealthiest Indians can afford to buy them. He told me
this was the only one at Nulato at the time, but I did not know how
much faith might be put in the statement. Bad as the weather was, we
got a good series of observations on the sun, while at Nulato, on the
afternoon of the 14th.

On the 15th the old familiar gale from ahead put in its appearance
as we started in the morning, but to every body's great surprise it
hauled to the rear in the middle of the afternoon, and when we camped
at 8:20 P.M., having used our jib in sailing, an Indian from a village
near by told us the place was called Kaltag; so that we had made an
extraordinary run under all the circumstances. Indian villages were
quite numerous during the day. About Kaltag occurs the last point on
the river at which high ground comes down to the water's edge on the
left side, and for the rest of the voyage, a distance of some five
hundred miles, precipitous banks only are found on the right side,
while the country to the left resembles the flat-lands seen further
back, but the horizon is much more limited than that of the flat-lands,
hills appearing in the background, which finally become isolated peaks,
or short broken ranges.

The morning of the 16th ushered in a heavy gale from ahead, accompanied
by a deluge of showers, and as the camp, 57, was fortunately situated
at a point where all the channels were united, so that the river
steamer could not pass unnoticed, I determined to remain over.

It would be as tiresome to my readers as it was aggravating to us, to
repeat in detail the old story of our starting with a fair wind, its
change to a gale that kept us against the banks, and of our passing a
few Indian towns.

This continuous drifting against a head wind taught us one singular
thing, however, viz.: that our boat would drift faster against this
wind when turned broadside to it and exposing the greatest surface to
its action, than when facing it bow or stern on and with a minimum
of exposed surface; this fact being the very reverse of what we had
supposed, indeed, we had endeavored to avoid this very position.
Thereafter we kept the "barka" broadside to the head wind, a very
difficult undertaking, which required hard and constant work at the
steering oar; but the mile or mile and a-half an hour gained over the
vessel's drift was well worth it. I spoke of this afterward to the
river men and found they had long since anticipated me by a much easier
contrivance, viz.: by tying an anchor or a large camp-kettle full of
stones and suspending it from the end of the jib-boom so that it would
trail in the water. This method, a number of them assured me, would
have saved our work at the steering oar which we rigged at the stern.

The 18th and 19th we fought our way down the river, inch by inch,
against the wind. The latter night the storm culminated in a perfect
hurricane, felling trees in the forest, hurling brush through the air,
and raising waves four and five feet high, from whose crests flew great
white masses of foam, the wide river resembling a sheet of boiling milk
in the darkness. Although we were in a well-sheltered cove, which had
remained calm the evening before, even in the high wind, yet this gale
sent in such huge waves that our "barka" was on the point of being
wrecked, and was only saved by the severest labor of the crew. The
little birch-bark canoe was swept from her deck and thrown high up on
the beach, where it resembled a mass of brown wrapping paper which the
storm had beaten down upon the stones. The gale slowly died down on the
20th, but ceased too late to give us a chance to start, and we remained
over night, a heavy fog and rain terminating the day.

On the 21st we saw a couple of _oomiens_, (_bidarra_--Russian) or large
skin-boats being hauled up stream by native dogs on the bank, somewhat
after the fashion of canal-horses on a tow-path. We had baffling winds
most of the day, some few of which we could take advantage of, but at 6
P.M. the wind had settled down to its regular "dead-ahead" gale.

We camped at half-past nine o'clock at Hall's Rapids, (named by
Raymond), but found them at the time of our visit to consist only of
some rough water along the rocky beach, while the high land mapped
by him on the south-eastern bank was wanting. As I said before, the
high land on the right bank with low country upon the left is a state
of things which continues until the delta is reached, when the whole
country becomes level.

About six or seven o'clock in the afternoon we were passing the upper
ends or entrances, seven of them altogether, of the Shagelook slough,
which here makes a great bend to the eastward and incloses an area
larger than some of the New England states before it again meets the
Yukon River far beyond. This Shagelook slough receives the Innoka
River in its upper portion and when the Yukon is the higher of the
two it carries part of its waters into the upper entrances of the
slough receiving the waters of the Innoka, and both streams emptying
themselves at the slough's lower end. When the Innoka is the higher
its waters find an outlet into the Yukon by the upper mouths. We now
began to feel anxious about the "Yukon," as she was very much overdue.
From this point she could make St. Michael's in three or four days, and
although we had received official assurances from Washington that the
revenue cutter "Corwin" would not leave St. Michael's before the 15th
of September, yet there was fear that the boat might pass us or the
"Corwin" find some official emergency to call her elsewhere before this
date.

The night of the 21st-22d, was a bitterly cold one, verging on
freezing, and we slept soundly after our loss of sleep the night
before. We started quite early, however, and a little meteorological
surprise in the shape of a favorable wind came to our aid after 10 A.
M., and at 1:30 P.M. we landed at the mouth of the Anvic or Anvik.
The picturesquely-situated trading station is about a mile or a mile
and a-quarter above this point, but the shoals were so numerous, the
channel so winding, that this was the nearest point we could make,
especially with a foul wind. Right alongside of us was a large Indian
village, where we learned to our satisfaction that the "Yukon" had
not yet passed; for one of the party at our last camp had interpreted
some Indian information to mean that the boat had passed down two days
before.

From this place I sent a courier to St. Michael's, who was to ascend
the Anvik River to the head of canoe navigation, and thence to make a
short portage to a stream emptying near the post, the entire distance
being readily covered in three days, or in two if sufficient energy is
displayed. He promised to be there without fail in three days, _i.e._,
by the 25th, and I paid him a little extra for the extra exertion. He
arrived about a week after I did and we were ten days in reaching St.
Michael's from this point. My object was to let the "Corwin" know that
my party was coming. The "Leo," an Alaskan trading schooner, was also
expected to touch at St. Michael's to exchange some signal officers,
and I sent word to her, requesting her to wait for us if the "Corwin"
had gone. Mr. Fredericksen was the trader, and a very intelligent
person for such a lonely and outlandish spot. He had been furnished
with meteorological instruments by the Signal Service, to which he made
regular reports. He informed me that he has seen ice of such depth by
the 4th of September as to cut the thick covering of a _bidarra_ or
_oomien_; but this, of course, is very unusual. The year before our
arrival--1882--the ice did not form until the 12th of October, and
the first of that month may be regarded as the average date of its
formation.

Mr. Fredericksen warmly welcomed my arrival at his station, having
recently had some serious trouble with the Indians, who were not even
yet quieted. A number of Shagelooks, as he termed them, had come down
the river, a short time before, to meet the Greek priest from the
mission at Ikogmute, who had come to Anvik in order to baptize them.
While the Shagelooks were waiting for the priest, they arranged a plot
to rob the trader. Some one or two of them were to provoke him in some
exasperating way, and if he showed any resistance or even annoyance,
the others were to side with their fellows, seize the trader and secure
him until his store was plundered and the booty removed, when he was to
be liberated, or murdered if aggressive. In some way the Anviks got an
inkling of the plot, and prepared to side with Mr. Fredericksen, and
when the preliminaries commenced with the cutting open of one of the
trader's finest skin-boats--_bidarra_--the Shagelooks saw themselves
confronted by such an array of well-armed Anvik Indians, that they
were perfectly satisfied to let the business drop. The christening was
carried out according to programme, but the baffled Shagelooks vowed
vengeance on both the Anviks and the trader whenever an opportunity
might occur, and they were not reticent in so informing him at their
departure, hinting that their turn might come when the Anviks left to
hunt reindeer for their winter supply of clothing. That season would
soon be at hand, and the Anviks had the alternative of losing their
autumn hunting or of leaving the station in a weakened condition at
their departure. The arrival of a body of troops, small in number as
we were, was a cause of congratulation, and Mr. Fredericksen intended
to make the most out of it with discontented natives by way of
strengthening his position.

We could do absolutely nothing for him. When the president withdrew
the military forces from Alaska, the executive order had "clinched"
the act by providing that the military should exercise no further
control whatever in that vast territory, and my orders had emphatically
repeated the clause. In fact, it was a debatable point whether my
expedition was not strictly an illegal one, and in direct violation
of the president's order, since it was simply impossible to send
in a military party that might not exercise control over its own
members, which is all that soldiers ever do without an order from the
president, and as to an attack by Indians we had the universal right of
self-preservation. I told Mr. Fredericksen, however, to make the most
out of my visit, which I suppose he did.

A foresail was borrowed from him, with which I could make my way from
the mouth of the river to St. Michael's, should any accident have
happened to the "Yukon." It was too large and would have to be cut to
fit, an expedient to which I did not intend to resort until we reached
the mouth of the river.

[Illustration: ANVIK.

(Looking down both the Yukon and Anvik Rivers.)]

Mr. Fredericksen's station is on the banks of both the Yukon and the
Anvik, as the streams approach within about fifty or seventy-five
yards of each other at this point, although their confluence occurs,
as I have said, about a mile below. The illustration above is from the
station looking toward the point of confluence. When the present trader
first came to the station a few years previously, the two rivers were
far apart at this point, but the Anvik has encroached so largely upon
its left bank that Mr. Fredericksen expected another year to unite the
streams at his place, if the Anvik did not actually sweep him away or
force him to change his residence.

Anvik is the last station in the Indian country, and at Makágamute,
thirty or forty miles below, the Eskimo begin to appear, and continue
from that point to the mouth of the river.

We started again on the 23d, with a fine breeze behind us, passing
Makágamute or _moot_ (pronounced like boot, shoot), at 1:30 P.M. It was
composed of eight or ten houses of a most substantial build, flanked
and backed by fifteen to twenty _caches_, and had altogether a most
prosperous appearance, impressing a stranger with the superiority
of the Eskimo over their neighbors. The doors were singular little
circular or rounded holes, very like exaggerated specimens of the
cottage bird-houses, which some people erect for their feathered
friends. Villages were much more numerous on the 23d, than upon any
previous day of our voyage. Everywhere might be seen their traps and
nets for catching salmon, of which fish they must capture enormous
quantities, for they live upon salmon the year round.

Myriads of geese might be observed in all directions during this fine
weather, preparing and mobilizing for their autumnal emigration to the
south; and the air was vocal with their cries.

On the night of the 23d we had a severe frost, the heavy sedge grass
near camp being literally white with it, and the cook was heard
grumbling about the condition of his dishcloth, which was about as
flexible as a battered milk-pan, until thawed out by means of hot
water. The few mosquitoes we saw next morning were pitiable looking
creatures, although I doubt very much whether any sentiment was wasted
on them. However much the cold spell threatened to hasten the arrival
of winter, and to send the ships at St. Michael's flying south, yet the
discomfiture of the mosquitoes afforded us a good deal of consolation,
and thereafter our annoyances from this source were but trifling.

Starting at 8 A.M. with a head breeze, by ten o'clock the wind had
become a gale and we were scarcely making half a mile an hour, when at
2:20 P.M. we saw the steamer "Yukon," with the St. Michael's in tow,
coming round a high precipitous point about three miles abaft of us,
and there went up a shout of welcome from our boat that drowned even
the voice of the gale, and almost simultaneously the flash of a dozen
guns went up from both the "Yukon's" decks and our own. The point
around which the steamer had been sighted, a conspicuous landmark,
I named Petersen Point, after Captain Petersen of the "Yukon," that
being the only name I gave on the river below old Fort Yukon. In about
half-an-hour the steamer was alongside and we were taken in tow, and
once more began cleaving the water, in defiance of the gale.

The captain knew we had started from Anvik the day before, but our
progress on the first day had been so great that he had become uneasy
for fear he might have passed us. He had kept the whistle going at
frequent intervals, but of course knew that it could not be heard far
in such a gale. If we had not yet reached the Mission when he arrived
there, he intended to return for us.

We made the Mission that evening at the upper or "opposition" store,
which was being torn down, and the best logs of which were to go on
board the river steamer to be taken to Andreavsky, the trading station
kept by Captain Petersen when not in charge of the boat.

By next morning at nine o'clock we had these securely lashed to the
sides and were under way, stopping three miles below at the Mission
proper. Here is an old Greek church, presided over by a half-breed
priest, which looked strangely enough in this far-away corner of the
world. The interior was fitted up with all the ornaments customary in
the Greek church, the solid silver and brass of more stately structures
in Russia being reproduced in tinsel and trappings of a cheaper kind.
The Greek priest is also the Alaska Company's trader, and he came
aboard to go to St. Michael's to get a winter's supply of trading
material for his store. His handsome little sloop was tied behind the
big "barka" to be towed along, while from its stern the line ran to the
sloop's yawl, in which an Indian had been allowed to come, he tying his
little skin canoe behind the yawl, thus making a queue of vessels of
rapidly diminishing sizes, quite ludicrous in appearance. With the St.
Michael's alongside in tow, and our guards piled with hewn logs as far
as the upper deck, we were a motley crowd indeed when under way. The
captain explained his unusual delay on the trip by the fact that the
"Yukon" had blown out a cylinder-head just after leaving St. Michael's
Bar and while trying to make Belle Isle, for which reason their
return voyage had to be made under reduced steam in order to avoid a
repetition of the accident.

A serio-comic incident connected with this mishap deserves to be
recounted. Among their Eskimo deckhands was a powerful young fellow,
deaf as a post, who always slept in the engine-room when off duty, with
his head resting on a huge cross deck-beam as a pillow, at a point
in front of the engine that had broken down. Whenever he was wanted,
as there was no use in calling him, they would walk up and tap him
with the foot, or, as they soon learned, a stout kick on any part of
the beam would suffice; whereupon he would sit up, give a great yawn,
stretch his arms and be ready for work. When the cylinder-head of the
engine blew out, it struck the beam directly opposite his own head, and
buried itself until the spot looked afterward as though a chain-shot
had struck it; but with no more effect on the deaf Eskimo than to make
him rise up and yawn, and begin to stretch himself, when the rush of
steam from the next stroke of the engine completely enveloped him,
before the engineer could interfere, and he comprehended that he was
not being awakened to go to work. He got off with a trifling scald on
the back of his neck; but his escape from death seemed miraculous.

All that day we stopped about every couple of hours to take on wood,
which fortunately had been cut for us beforehand in most places,
so that the delays were not very long. In ascending or descending
the river, the steamer finds a considerable quantity of the wood it
requires already cut at convenient points, the natives of course being
paid for their labor. This is the case between the river's mouth and
Nuklakayet, or thereabouts, but above this point, and even at many
places below it the captain is obliged to go ashore near a great pile
of driftwood, and send a dozen axmen to do this duty. The greater
part of the huge stockade of old Fort Yukon and some of its minor
buildings have for several years supplied them with wood when in the
neighborhood. We stopped the night of the 25th near a native village,
and as we were to start very early in the morning, the doctor and
myself, at the captain's invitation, made our beds under the table, on
the dining-room floor of the steamer, that being the first time we had
slept under a roof since leaving Chilkat; although the doctor made some
irrelevant remarks about a table not being a roof, evidently wanting to
extend back the period of our claim.

On the 26th, running about twelve hours, less our time at "wooding"
places, we made Andreavsky, and nearly the whole of the next day was
spent in unloading the logs, mooring the St. Michael's in winter
quarters, and washing down decks, for it was to this point that the
"Yukon" would return for the winter after making St. Michael's. The
hills of the right bank rapidly diminish in height as one approaches
Andreavsky, and in the vicinity of that place are only entitled to the
name of high rolling ground. Near the river the trees disappear and are
replaced by willow-brake, although the up-stream ends of the numerous
islands are still covered with great masses of drift timber, containing
logs of the largest dimensions. Before Andreavsky is reached we come
to the delta of the Yukon, an interminable concourse of islands and
channels never yet fully explored. From the most northerly of these
mouths to the most southerly is a distance of about ninety miles,
according to local computation.

Late as it was when we started on the 27th, we reached a point half
way to Coatlik, where wood was cut by our crew for the morning's
start. All semblance of rolling country had now disappeared, except in
the distance, and the country was as flat as the lower delta of the
Mississippi.

Coatlik, seven miles from the Aphoon or northernmost mouth, was reached
next day at 1 P.M., and we spent the afternoon in preparing the boilers
for the change to salt water, and in taking on another log house, which
was to be transported to St. Michael's, there to be used in completing
a Greek church in course of erection.

Starting at early daylight on the morning of the 29th, a steam-valve
blew out, and it looked as if we should be delayed two or three days
for repairs, but the captain fixed up an ingenious contrivance with a
jack-screw as a substitute, and at half-past nine in the morning we
again proceeded. Soon afterward we reached the Aphoon mouth of the
river, where we commenced the slow and tedious threading of its shallow
channels between their mud banks. For untold ages this swift, muddy
river has deposited its sediment upon the shallow eastern shores of
Bering's Sea, until mud and sand banks have been thrown up for seventy
or eighty miles beyond the delta, making it unsafe for vessels of any
draft to cross them even in moderate weather. St. Michael's is the
nearest port to the mouth at which vessels of any size can enter and
anchor. The heavy wind still raging made it difficult to steer the
boat through the winding channels, and this, coupled with the heavy
load of logs that weighed us to the guards, sent us a dozen times on
the low mud flats, to escape from which gave us much trouble. Our
delay at Coatlik had also lost us some of the tide, there being about
two feet of water on the bar at ebb and nearly as much more at flood
tide. So shallow is the stream that the channel is indicated by willow
canes stuck in the mud, at convenient intervals, serving the purpose
of buoys. Near the Aphoon mouth comes in the Pastolik River, and once
across the bar of mud near the confluence, the channel of the latter
stream is followed to deep water. This muddy sediment is very light
and easily stirred up, and when a storm is raging the whole sea as
far as the eye can reach resembles an angry lake of mud. From the
Pastolik River on, the westerly wind gradually increased to a gale, the
sea running very high and making many of us quite sea-sick. Fearing
to round Point Romantzoff, the captain put back and anchored in a
somewhat sheltered cove, returning about half way to the Pastolik. A
flat-bottomed river boat anchored in Bering's Sea during a gale, loaded
with a log-house and towing a number of craft, certainly did not seem a
very safe abiding place.

Early on the morning of the 30th we got under way, the weather having
moderated considerably during the night, and constantly improving as we
proceeded. We rounded Cape Romantzoff about the middle of the forenoon,
and as we passed between Stuart and St. Michael's Islands, shortly
before noon, nothing was left of yesterday's angry sea but a few long
ground-swells, which disturbed us but little. At noon we rounded
the point that hid the little village of St. Michael's, and were
received by a salute of three discharges from as many ancient Russian
carronades, to which we responded vigorously with the whistle. All eyes
swept the bay for signs of the "Corwin," but a boat putting off from
shore told us that she had left on the 10th of August, nearly three
weeks before.

The "Leo," which was due about the 15th of the month, had not yet
arrived, and although it was known that she had a signal observer on
board to take the place of the one now at St. Michael's, it was not
positive that she would arrive there at all, if hampered with heavy
gales. She had been chartered by the government to proceed to Point
Barrow, on the Arctic coast of Alaska, and take on board Lieutenant
Ray's party of the International Meteorological Station at that point,
and it was not altogether certain that she might not have been wrecked
in the ice while engaged in this somewhat hazardous undertaking; the
chances varying considerably each season according to the state of the
ice and the weather. The state of the latter might be inferred from the
fact that the day of our arrival was the first fine one they had had at
the redoubt (as St. Michael's is called here and in the Yukon valley),
for over six weeks, during which there had been an almost continuous
storm.

There was also a vessel, the "Alaska," at Golovnin Bay, about sixty
miles north of St. Michael's, across Norton Sound, which was loading
with silver ore for San Francisco, and was expected to depart about the
1st of October. It was possible that she might call here, _en route_,
as the mining company to which she belonged had a considerable quantity
of material stored at this point.

The evening of the 30th we spent at a dance in the Eskimo village near
by, after which we went on board the "Yukon" to sleep, which however
was almost impossible on account of the boat's heavy rolling while at
anchor.

I was a little surprised to find that I could carry on even a very
limited conversation with the Eskimo of this locality, the last of that
tribe I had lived among being the natives of the north Hudson's Bay
regions, of whose existence these Eskimo knew nothing.

On the 31st I sent a couple of Eskimo couriers to the "Alaska" at
Golovnin Bay, asking her to call at this port in order to take my party
on board, after which I sat down to await results. Meantime we had
moved on shore into Mr. Leavitt's house, which was kindly put at our
disposal. Mr. Leavitt was the signal observer, and had been stationed
here over three years, and he was as anxiously awaiting the arrival of
the "Leo" as ourselves.

St. Michael's, Michaelovski, or "the redoubt," as it is variously
called--St. Michael's Redoubt being the official Russian title,
translated into English--is a little village on an island of the same
name, comprising about a dozen houses, all directly or indirectly
devoted to the affairs of the Alaska Commercial Company. Mr. Neumann
was the superintendent, and a very agreeable and affable gentleman we
found him, doing much to make our short stay at the redoubt pleasant.
There are no fresh water springs on the island near the post, and every
few days a large row-boat is loaded with water-barrels and taken to the
mainland, where four or five days' supply is secured. The "opposition"
store, three miles across the bay, seems much better situated in this
and other respects, but when St. Michael's was selected by the Russians
over a third of a century previously, the idea of defensibility was the
controlling motive. The passage between the island and the mainland
is a river-like channel, and was formerly used by the river steamer
until Captain Petersen became master, when he boldly put out to sea, as
a preferable route to "the slough," as it is sometimes called, there
being a number of dangerous rocks in the latter.

On the evening of the 31st we again visited the Eskimo village, in
company with most of the white men of the redoubt, in order to see the
performance of a noted "medicine-man" or _shaman_ from the Golovnin Bay
district. He was to show us some savage sleight-of-hand performances,
and to foretell the probability and time of the "Leo's" arrival. In the
latter operation he took a large blue bead and crushing it to fragments
threw it out of doors into the sea, "sending it to the schooner," as
he said. After a long and tiresome rigmarole, another blue bead was
produced which he affirmed to be the same one, telling us that it had
been to the vessel, and by returning whole testified her safety. A
somewhat similar performance with a quarter of a silver dollar told him
that the "Leo" would arrive at St. Michael's about the next new moon.
There was nothing remarkable about these tricks; and another of tying
his hands behind him to a heavy plank, and then bringing them to the
front of his body, and lifting the board from the floor of the medicine
house, was such a palpable deception as to puzzle no one.

This polar priest, however, had a great reputation among the natives
all about Norton Sound. He had predicted the loss of the _Jeannette_
and the consequent death of the two Eskimo from this point. For his
favorable news Mr. Neumann rewarded him with a sack of flour; and I
suppose he would have been perfectly willing to furnish more good news
for more flour.

The next day I took a genuine Russian bath in a house erected many
years ago for that purpose by the Russians. It may be more cleansing,
but it is less comfortable than the counterfeit Russian bath as
administered in American cities.

The 2d of September was the warmest day they had had that summer, the
thermometer marking 65° Fahrenheit. Late in the afternoon the "Yukon"
set out on her return to Andreavsky amidst a salute from the carronades
and the screaming of the steam-whistle.

On the 3d my Golovnin Bay couriers, who I supposed had started on
the preceding day, and were then forty or fifty miles away on their
journey, came nonchalantly to me and reported their departure. I bade
them good-by, and told them not to delay on the idea that I wanted the
"Alaska" next year and not this, and promising me seriously to remember
this, they departed. The next day--the 4th--they returned, having
forgotten their sugar, an article of luxury they had not enjoyed for
months previously, and again departed. I expected to see them return
in two or three days for a string to tie it up with, but their outfit
must have been complete this time, for I never saw or heard of them
again; but I could not help thinking what valuable messenger service
the telegraph companies were losing in this far-away country.

Sure enough, on the 8th of the month the "Leo" bore down in a gale
and was soon anchored in the bay, where we boarded her. Although
already overcrowded for a little schooner of about two hundred tons,
Lieutenant Ray kindly made room for my additional party, there being by
this addition about thirty-five on board and seventeen in the little
cabin. While trying to make Point Barrow, the "Leo" had been nipped in
the ice and had her stem split and started, sustaining other injuries
the extent of which could not be ascertained. She was leaking badly,
requiring about five or ten minutes at the pumps every hour, but it was
intended to try and make San Francisco, unless the leaking increased in
a gale, when she was to be repaired at Oonalaska, and if matters came
to the worst she would be condemned.

A few days were spent in chatting of our experiences, getting fresh
water on board and exchanging signal observers, and on the morning of
the 11th, at 6 A.M., under a salute of six guns, we weighed anchor and
started, with a strong head wind that kept constantly increasing. This
gale was from the north-west, and as we had to beat a long distance in
that direction in order to clear the great mud banks off the delta of
the Yukon, so little progress was made that after an all day's fight
we ran back to St. Michael's in an hour's time and dropped anchor once
more, to await a change in the weather. Next day we got away early and
managed to beat a little on our course. The 13th gave us an almost
dead calm until late in the afternoon, when we caught a fine breeze
abaft and rounded the Yukon banks about midnight. This favorable breeze
increased to a light gale next day and we pounded along at the rate of
ten or eleven knots an hour.

On the 15th the gale continued and so increased the next day that
evening saw us "hove to" for fear of running into Oonalaska Island
during the night. This run across Bering's Sea in less than three days
was stated by our master, Captain Jacobsen, to be the best sailing
record across that sheet of water.

The morning of the 17th opened still and calm, with a number of the
Aleutian islands looming up directly ahead of us in bold relief. A
very light breeze sprang up about noon, and with its help at 6 P.M. we
entered the heads of Oonalaska harbor, and at nine o'clock we dropped
anchor in the dark about half a mile from the town. Most of us visited
the place that night and had a very pleasant reception by Mr. Neumann,
the agent of the Alaska Company. Here we found that company's steamer
the "Dora," and the revenue-cutter "Corwin," which had been lying here
since leaving St. Michael's. These two vessels and everybody generally
were waiting for the Alaska Company's large steamer "St. Paul" from
San Francisco, upon whose arrival the "Dora," was to distribute the
material received for the various trading stations on the Aleutian
Islands and the mainland adjacent; the "Corwin" would sail for some
point or other, no one could find out where, and the residents would
settle down for another year of monotonous life.

The last day's gale on Bering Sea had left no doubt on the minds of
those in charge that the "Leo" would have to be repaired, accordingly
she was lightened by discharging her load, and on the morning of the
20th she was beached near by, the fall of the tide being sufficient to
reveal her injuries, and to allow of temporary repair.

We passed our time in strolling around examining the islands, while
some of the party got out their fishing tackle and succeeded in
securing a few fine though small trout from the clear mountain streams.

[Illustration: OONALASKA.]

This grand chain of islands jutting out boldly into the broad Pacific
receives the warm waters of the Japanese current--Kuro Siwo--a
deflected continuation of a part of the Pacific equatorial current
corresponding to our gulf stream. From this source it derives a
warmer climate than is possessed by any body of land so near the
pole, although it lies in about the same parallels as the British
Islands. The cold of zero and the oppressive heat of summer are equally
unknown to this region. Grasses grow luxuriantly everywhere, upon
which the reindeer used to graze in numerous herds, their keen sight
and the absence of timber protecting them from the rude weapons of
the native hunters until the introduction of firearms, after which
they were rapidly exterminated. In a few days we heard with pleasure
that the "Leo" was ready and we soon quitted Alaska for good. The
north-west winds sang a merry song through our sails as the meridians
and parallels took on smaller numbers, and in a very few days, the
twinkling twin lights of the Farallones greeted our eyes, and anchored
safely within the Golden Gate, our journey ended.




CHAPTER XIII.

THE KLONDIKE REGION.


On page 244, Schwatka says:

"We camped that night at the mouth of a noticeable stream coming in
from the east, which we afterwards learned was called Deer Creek by the
traders, from the large number of caribou or woodland reindeer seen in
its valley at certain times of their migrations."

This is the stream that is now known the world over as the Klondike.
What the Indians really called it was "Thron-Diuck," from which comes
the word "Klondike."

The Klondike is a small river about forty yards wide at the mouth, and
shallow; the water is clear and transparent, and of beautiful blue
color. Dawson City is located at the mouth of the river, and although
it was located only a few months ago, it is now the scene of great
activity.

Upon this stream and several of its affluents have been found the rich
deposits of gold. The river is about 140 miles in length, and the
gold-bearing creeks, where the richest deposits have been found, run
into the Klondike from a southerly direction.

The principal creeks are the Bonanza, entering the Klondike two miles
from its junction with the Yukon; El Dorado Creek, a branch of Bonanza
Creek, from twelve to fifteen miles in length; about seven miles
farther up Bonanza Creek is Gold Bottom Creek; and a few miles beyond
is Adams Creek. There are several smaller creeks emptying into Bonanza
Creek, which are gold-bearing.

About twelve miles up the Klondike is Bear Creek, which has several
tributaries, and twelve miles farther up is Hunter Creek. About ten
miles farther up the Klondike is Too Much Gold Creek. Bonanza and El
Dorado creeks have produced the richest deposits of gold yet found, but
all the creeks mentioned have some very rich deposits.

The knowledge of these gold fields in the far north is not new. From
early in the days of the Russian occupation of this territory it has
been known that there were vast deposits of the precious metal in
Alaska. It is said that the existence of gold in quantities along the
Yukon and its tributaries was known to the fur-trading companies a
century and a half ago. These companies were not after minerals, and
they were merely guarding the immense wealth which abounded in the fur
industries when they did not give their knowledge to the world. Other
fur companies have followed the example of the early traders and have
kept the secret. They foresaw the effect of a rush of immigrants.

The aborigines of Alaska have been familiar with the precious yellow
metal for a time that is old even in their legends. The earliest
voyagers to the coasts of Alaska noticed the bits of shining gold
here and there among the ornaments of the natives, and for these they
traded knives, guns, and fancy trappings. Beyond the few ounces which
they gained in this way, however, no gold was obtained from those
regions. In 1741 the Russian explorer, Behring, after whom the great
Alaskan Sea is named, found gold, but he found what seemed to him more
attractive, fine furs. Upon the value of the furs he laid great stress
in his report to his monarch, and the result was that the country was
granted by the Emperor Paul for fur-gathering purposes alone to the
Russo-American Fur Company, and thus it remained until the purchase by
the United States in 1867.

That there were deposits of gold in those icy regions was hinted by the
early explorers, and incomplete records show that more than one party
put civilization behind for the purpose of investigating the country.
In fact, enough men had left for that region to produce sufficient gold
to cause the Director of the Mint to credit Alaska with three hundred
thousand dollars in gold and two thousand dollars in silver in 1885.
Most of this metal came from Douglas Island. In 1896 the total output
of lode and placer mines in Alaska was put at four million six hundred
and seventy-five thousand dollars, and in 1897 the gold output, it is
estimated, will reach twelve million dollars.

There was a great gold craze in the extreme North-west in 1858. In the
60's there was a period when the annual production of the North-west
Province reached three millions, seven hundred thousand dollars. The
known deposits were exhausted, however, and by 1890 the product fell
off to less than half a million dollars.

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[Illustration: THE KLONDIKE GOLD DISCOVERIES]

On page 190 of this volume Mr. Schwatka says, "The mouth of the
D'Abbadie marks an important point on the Yukon River as being the
place at which gold commenced to be found in placer deposits. From the
D'Ab-badie almost to the very mouth of the great Yukon a panful of
'dirt' taken with any discretion from almost any bar or bank will, when
washed, give several 'colors,' to use a miner's phrase."

The United States Government sent Professor J. S. Spurr, H. B. Goodrich
and F. C. Schrader of the Geological Survey, into the Yukon District
early in '96. Prof. Spurr, the chief of the Survey, has made the
following preliminary statement:

"Much has been written of late concerning the possibilities of Alaska
as a gold-producing country. As a matter of fact the productions of the
present year may be roughly estimated at three million dollars. This
amount, however, comes from a region of half a million square miles,
or about one quarter as large as the United States. Of the mines which
produce this gold some are in the bed rock, while others are placer
diggings.

"The bed rock mines are few in number and situated on the south-east
coast, which is the most accessible part of the territory. The chief
one is the great Treadwell mine, near Juneau, and there are also
important mines at Burner's Bay, at the Island of Unga, and other
places.

"The latest strike is the Klondike. Most of these mines, however, are
in low grade ore, and the production is only made profitable by careful
management and operations on a very large scale. The placer mines are
those which occupy the most prominent place in the popular mind, since
they are remote from civilization and in a country about which little
is known, and which is, on account of this uncertainty, dangerously
attractive to the average man. This gold producing country of the
interior is mostly in the vicinity of the Yukon River, or of some of
its immediate tributaries."

The great Klondike strike was made in the early winter of 1896-97, but
nothing was known of it in the United States until June 15th, 1897,
when the "Excelsior" arrived in San Francisco laden with Klondike
miners, who were in turn laden with gold. These miners had left the
Klondike District, and gone down the Yukon River to St. Michael,
carrying with them their loads of gold, which averaged $10,000 to the
man. About a month later, on July 17th, 1897, the steamer "Portland"
reached Seattle from St. Michael, Alaska, and brought the verified news
of the great gold discoveries in the Upper Yukon region and also nearly
a million and three-quarters in gold dust as freight, with the owners
of the same. All of this gold had been taken from the placer mines of
the Klondike within the year.

Such was the beginning of the great Klondike gold craze, which has
seized thousands of miners and speculators, a great proportion of whom
will be drawn into that region in the course of the year.

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The great problem to be solved by those who contemplate going to the
Klondike region is the method of getting there, and of sustaining life
after they reach the country.

There are three principal ways of going to the Klondike gold fields.
One is the route taken by Mr. Schwatka, as described by him in previous
pages. This route is through the famous Chilkoot Pass, the dangers
and hardships of which he has pointed out, but in no wise magnified.
In fact, he made the journey under the most favorable circumstances.
Another route is the all-water route from Seattle by way of the
mouth of the Yukon. It is a fifteen days' voyage from Seattle to St.
Michael, which is on the western coast of Alaska, north of the mouth
of the Yukon River. In making this trip one passes through the chain
of Aleutian Islands and past the Pribilof Islands, which is the great
breeding ground of the fur seals.

From St. Michael the trip is made up the Yukon in a flat-bottom river
steamer in from fifteen to twenty days. The distance from Seattle to
Dawson City by way of St. Michael and the Yukon River is about 4,725
miles. The distance from Seattle by way of the Chilkoot Pass route,
that which was followed by Mr. Schwatka, is estimated as about 1,600
miles.

The back door route is the old Hudson Bay Trunk Line, which has been
traveled since 1825. This is by way of St. Paul to Edmonton, North-west
Territory, on the Canadian Pacific Railroad. This route from St. Paul
and Minneapolis, by way of the Soo Line and the Canadian Pacific, is
all rail as far as Edmonton. A stage line runs to Athabasca Landing
on the Athabasca River forty miles away. Thence the route is by canoe
due north, into Athabasca Lake, and finally into Great Slave Lake,
the source of the McKenzie River. Following the McKenzie River to its
mouth, the Peel River must be taken south, and then by portage, the
Rocky Mountain range is crossed. The Stewart River rises just west of
the mountain range, and thus the way to the Klondike is opened. The
Hudson Bay Company gives the distance as 1,882 miles. This route is
almost constantly used by the Indians and trappers. It is down grade
all the way. The Hudson Bay Company has small steamers plying wherever
the water is of sufficient depth.

Still another way that is recommended is known as the Takou route. The
entrance to this inlet is ten or twelve miles south of Juneau, and is
navigable for the largest ocean vessel a distance of eighteen miles
to the mouth of the Takou River. This river is navigable by canoe for
a distance of fifteen miles to Nakinah River. Here is a portage of
seventy miles to Lake Teslin, one of the chain of lakes which form
the headwaters of the Yukon. The total distance from Juneau to Lake
Teslin is one hundred and fifty miles. It is said that this route would
require not over twenty days' time to reach Klondike from Puget Sound.
The approximate distance from Seattle to Dawson City over this route is
1,650 miles.

Still another route, and one which is highly recommended by a number
of Canadians who have been over it, is the Stikeen River route. The
Canadian Government has decided to make a large grant for opening up
this all-Canadian route to the Yukon.

One of the party who assisted in laying out this route says: "We left
Fort Wrangel on May 17th, and after a pleasant run up the Stikeen River
140 miles on the steamer we reached Telegraph Creek. On the 23d of
May we left to commence operations by following up Diese Lake trail
to Tahltan Bridge, and then running to the left of Tahltan River on
the old Hudson Bay trail to a place called Jimtown. From this point we
decided to cut a new trail from Telegraph Creek straight across on the
left of Tahltan River, crossing the left fork about fifteen miles from
Telegraph, and five miles further on connecting with the old Hudson Bay
trail."

The old trail was cleared of all obstructions and followed to the old
Hudson Bay post, where some log buildings still stand. This point is
a hill of considerable size, there being about three miles of heavy
grade. This can be remedied by cutting a new trail around the hill,
following the creek. The country in general is very open, and what
timber there is, is very small and scrubby. The trail runs through a
valley from five to twenty miles wide, which presents no difficulties.
About thirty miles this side of Lake Teslin we reached a summit where
waters run north. I may say the headwaters of the Yukon commence from
this point.

From this point the Klondike may be reached in eight or ten days, with
smooth water and no portages. With the proposed improvements on the
trail the trip could be made in about fifteen days with a pack train
from Telegraph Creek. Fort Wrangel can be used as a supply station over
this route, the distance from Fort Wrangel being about nine hundred
miles. Another advantage of this route is that the supplies may be
purchased at Fort Wrangel, and thus no duty need be paid the Canadian
Government.

One member of a party of gold seekers who followed the Stikeen route
has given the following account of the route in detail. Since this
route is to be improved by the Canadian Government this description is
of considerable value:

"From Seattle we went to Fort Wrangel, 140 miles this side of Juneau,
and there we took the 150-ton steamer 'Alaskan,' which plies on the
Stikeen River. The Stikeen River is very broad at some points, and at
others, where it runs through canyons, it narrows down to 100 feet or
so, just room enough for the steamer to pass between the steep, rocky
walls. Rapids were numerous, and frequently the crew would have to go
ashore and 'line' the steamer through a narrow rapid, where the water
ran so swiftly that it made us dizzy. When nearing a bit of water
of this kind the propeller was never used. After shutting down the
machinery, lines would be attached to a steam capstan on the deck of
the steamer. The ends of these lines then were made fast to trees on
either side of the river, and by means of the steam capstan the boat
was warped along cautiously until open water was reached.

"The weather was not so cold as we looked for, just bracing. The trail
along the Stikeen follows the left bank of the river almost to the
conference of the Iskoot River, where it crosses the Stikeen, following
the left bank of the Iskoot to Telegraph Creek. At that point the trail
trends to the west and north as far as the Tahltan River, following
that course over a great, flat plateau until the foot of Teslin, or
Allen's, Lake is reached.

"There were five in the party which reached Telegraph Creek on the
'Alaskan.' At the creek six white men and two Stick Indians joined our
party. We hired the Indians to act as guides as far as the Cassiar gold
diggings, near Diese Lake, seventy-two miles to the north of Telegraph
Creek. We started for Diese Lake afoot, packing our provisions and
supplies, of which we had an abundance, on thirteen horses. On this
journey we made about six miles every twenty-four hours, going into
camp whenever we felt like it.

[Illustration: THE DESCENT OF CHILKOOT PASS]

"At the Cassiar diggings we found a few Chinamen working placers, but
they made only a bare living, so our party, after looking over the
ground, decided not to stay there. We concluded to push on for Lake
Teslin, which is about 140 miles to the north of Cassiar.

"Previous to that time some white men had been as far on that route
as the Koukitchie Lakes, seventy-five miles beyond Telegraph Creek,
but we blazed the way from that point on to Lake Teslin and through
to the Yukon River. It is probable that we made some deviations from
what is now the known route. The tramp to Lake Teslin was not so very
difficult, considering that we were in a country never before trodden
by the foot of a civilized man. We had some trouble with rivers and
creeks, and had to cut down trees and lay bridges across Nahlin
River and Beebe Creek. It is a comparatively safe and easy journey,
nevertheless.

"On the 19th day of July we reached Lake Teslin. It is one of the most
beautiful bodies of water on the American continent. Its dimensions are
about 130 miles long by an average of three and one-half miles wide.
When we were there the ground was free from snow and vegetation was
abundant. We remained in the vicinity of Lake Teslin some two or three
weeks, when our party divided and two of us decided to try to find
our way to the Yukon River. Before starting out we prospected up the
Nisulatine River, but found no gold. Upon leaving the lake we followed
the Hootalinqua or Teslin River, a fine stream about 120 miles in
length, toward the Klondike country. It flows into the Yukon just above
the Klondike district, where it and Thirty-Mile or Lewes River join in
practically forming the Yukon. Here all the trails in that country meet
together in a great canyon in Seminow Hills. Thirty-Mile River drains
the lakes about Dyea Pass.

"After leaving the mouth of the Hootalinqua River, we followed the
Yukon slowly into Dawson City, which we reached on the 12th of October."

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In the preceding chapters many general statements as to the climate
of the region of the Yukon River have been made, but so great is the
difference between the climate of the coast regions and that of the
interior, that it is necessary to go into detail to get any definite
idea of any particular region or district.

The difference in climatic conditions which obtain on the coast and
in the interior, even thirty miles back, is very marked. The climate
of south-eastern Alaska, is much milder than the climate in the same
latitude on the Atlantic coast. This is due to the warm current of
the Pacific that sweeps up from the south-west. Summer weather on the
coast is much more liable to be wet and cloudy than in the interior.
May, June, and July are usually all one could desire, but from that on
to the opening of winter disagreeable weather is the rule and not the
exception. At St. Michael, during this period, rain falls four days
in seven. In October the winds sheer round from the south-west to the
north and fine weather sets in. During the fall, wind storms are of
frequent occurrence.

The climate is the greatest terror of the country in the popular
estimate and in the estimation of those who have been in the gold
region in recent years. The prospector is willing to scale mountains,
traverse plains, cross rivers, shoot rapids, and brave a thousand
perils, but the thought of living in a country whose temperature is
often represented as being comparable with that of a vast refrigerator
is appalling. The average temperature in the Klondike country during
the four coldest months of the year is not ordinarily much lower than
twenty degrees below zero. The average winter's snowfall in that part
of Alaska is only about two feet, whereas on the coast it is ten times
that much. The snowfall in the vicinity of Fort Cudahy is only about
two feet during the winter, although it is as much as twenty feet along
the coast where the influence of the Japan current is felt.

It is bitterly cold in Arctic Alaska. Forty degrees below zero for days
at a stretch is not uncommon. The general conception of the climate of
the great North-west is largely due to those who have merely skirted
the coast. And it is not very remarkable that the reports are not more
true of the whole of the Alaskan country, for the coast line is over
twenty-six thousand miles long and extends through many degrees of
latitude. Any one traveling any considerable part of such a distance
would easily feel justified in drawing a general conclusion as to the
climate of the whole country.

As stated above, the climate of the interior, including in that
designation practically all of the country except a narrow fringe of
coastal margin, is one of extreme rigor in winter, with a brief, but
relatively hot summer, especially when the sky is free from clouds.

In the Klondike region, in midwinter, the sun rises from 9:30 to 10
a.m., and sets from 2 to 3 p.m., the total length of daylight being
about four hours. The sun rises but a few degrees above the horizon,
and it is wholly obscured on a great many days, so the character of the
winter months may be easily imagined.

The United States Coast and Geodetic Survey in 1889-90 made a series of
observations covering a period of six months on the Yukon, not far from
the site of the present gold discoveries. The observations were made
with standard instruments and are wholly reliable.

"The mean temperature of the months, October to April, both inclusive,
are as follows: October, 33 degrees; November, 8 degrees; December,
11 degrees below zero; January, 17 degrees below zero; February, 15
degrees below zero; March, 6 degrees above zero; April, 20 degrees
above zero. The daily mean temperature fell and remained below the
freezing point (32) from November 4th to April 21st, thus giving
168 days as the length of the closed season, assuming the out-door
operations are controlled by temperature only.

"The lowest temperatures registered during that winter were: 32 degrees
below zero in November, 47 below in December, 59 below in January, 55
below in February, 45 below in March, 26 below in April.

[Illustration: A MID-DAY MEAL]

"The greatest continuous cold occurred in February, when the daily
mean for five consecutive days was 47 degrees below zero. The weather
moderated slightly about the first of March, but the temperature still
remained below the freezing point. Generally cloudy weather prevailed,
there being but three consecutive days in any month with clear weather
during the whole winter. Snow fell on about one-third of the days in
winter, and a less number in the early spring and late fall months.
In the interior, the winter sets in as early as September, when snow
storms may be expected in the mountains and passes. Headway during one
of these storms is impossible, and the traveler who is overtaken in one
of them is indeed fortunate if he escapes with his life. Snow storms of
great severity may occur in any month from September to May, inclusive."

The changes of temperature from winter to summer are rapid, owing to
the great increase in the length of the day. In May the sun rises at
about 3 a.m. and sets about 9 p.m. In June it rises about 1:30 in the
morning and sets at 10:30 p.m., giving about twenty hours of daylight,
and diffuse twilight the remainder of the time.

Notwithstanding the marked variations in the climate Alaska is
essentially a healthy country. The only prevailing diseases are those
of a bronchial nature, and in most cases these troubles can be directly
traced to imprudent exposure.

The snow of the interior partakes much of the character of frost,
sifting slowly down in intensely cold weather until it lies several
inches deep, light and fluffy; but at times, in warm weather, it thaws
and settles into a hard crust, affording excellent surface for sledding.

The great precipitation and humidity of the atmosphere in Southern
Alaska cause the entire coast region to be clothed in a mantle of
perennial green. Vegetation is dense and the forests magnificent. The
soil is rich, though in the heavily timbered region it is shallow, and
from the most eastern point of the territory to Kodiak root crops are
easily grown.

The numerous islands that skirt the coast of Alaska, the great plains
of the interior, intersected by deep rivers, gigantic snow-crowned
mountains, the active volcanoes and the mighty ice fields, with many
other singular, beautiful and awe-inspiring gifts of nature combine to
make the country of the new gold fields one of notable grandeur and
wonder.

The great rivers of the interior drain immense valleys, with mountain
ranges everywhere visible. Lakes are abundant, often surrounded by
tundra or swamps, very frequently impenetrable, covered with brush,
rank grasses, and other vegetation. After the interior is reached--and
by this is meant after the coast mountains are crossed, in many
places only twenty or thirty miles from the coast--the soft earth and
luxuriant vegetation of the coast country give place to frozen ground,
and lichens and mosses, on the mountain sides and in the valleys. But
though the vast plains of the interior are within the grasp of the ice
king for eight months of the year, with the advent of the long days of
summer, water runs, flowers bloom, and grasses spring into life as if
by magic, and their growth is at once luxuriant and rapid, even though
in many places the soil is never thawed beyond a few inches below the
surface. In the far north, at St. Michael, and at Point Barrow, wells
have been dug through sixty feet of solid ice, and the same condition
has been noted on the Yukon, at Forty-Mile.

The effect of the wide climatic ranges is manifest in the fauna and
flora of the territory. The former corresponds very closely to the
sub-arctic type; the latter presents a variety of brilliance and
sobriety at once delightful and astonishing. The animals belong largely
to the fur-bearing species, though natives of more temperate regions
survive and even thrive with proper care.

Agriculture will probably never be successful in that region, for the
season is too short and crops are too uncertain of maturity. In the
Yukon basin vegetables of the hardier sorts do fairly well. Turnips,
radishes, and salad plants and even potatoes have been successfully
cultivated at St. Michael and at Fort Yukon.

At Fort Selkirk gardening has produced some results that are very
pleasing both in size and variety. The whole Yukon basin raises fine
berries and grass, but other crops are hard to mature, and though the
fodder is plenty and good, the long, severe winter precludes success in
stock raising. The timber of the Yukon is principally willow, alder,
cottonwood, spruce, low fir, hemlock and birch. North of the basin the
growths become stunted and finally disappear.

William Ogilvie, Dominion Land Surveyor, reported on this region to the
Canadian Department of the Interior, as follows:

"The agricultural capabilities of the country along the river are not
great, nor is the land that can be seen from the river of good quality.
When we consider further the unfavorable climatic conditions that
prevail in the region, it may be said that as an agricultural district
this portion of the country will never be of any value.

"Along the east side of Lake Bennett, opposite the Chilkoot or western
arm, there are some flats of dry, gravelly soil, which would make a few
farms of limited extent. On the west side, around the mouth of Wheaton
River, there is an extensive flat of sand and gravel, covered with
small pine and spruce of stunted growth.

"Along the western shore of Tagish Lake there is a large extent of
low, swampy flats, a part of which might be used for the production
of such roots and cereals as the climate would permit. Along the
west side of Marsh Lake there is also much flat surface of the same
general character, on which I saw some coarse grass which would serve
as food for cattle. Along the east side the surface appeared higher
and terraced, and is probably less suited to the requirements of the
agriculturist. Along the head of the river, for some miles below Marsh
Lake, there are flats on both sides, which would, as far as surface
confirmation goes, serve as farms. The soil is of much better quality
than any heretofore seen, as is proven by the larger and thicker growth
of timber and underbrush which it supports. The soil bears less the
character of detritus, and more that of alluvium, than that seen above.

"On the lower end of the lake, on the west side, there is also a
considerable plain which might be utilized; the soil in parts of it is
good. I saw one part where the timber had been burned some time ago;
here both the soil and vegetation were good, and two or three of the
plants seen are common in this part of Ontario, but they had not the
vigorous appearance which the same plants have East.

"Northward from the end of the lake there is a deep wide valley, which
Dr. Dawson has named 'Ogilvie Valley.' In this the mixed timber, poplar
and spruce, is of a size which betokens a fair soil; the herbage, too,
is more than usually rich for this region. This valley is extensive,
and, if ever required as an aid in the sustenance of our people, will
figure largely in the district's agricultural assets.

"Below the lake the valley of the river is not, as a rule, wide, and
the banks are often steep and high. There are, however, many flats
of moderate extent along the river and at its confluence with other
streams. The soil of many of these is fair.

"About forty miles above the mouth of the Pelly River there is an
extensive flat on both sides of the Lewes. The soil here is poor and
sandy, with small open timber. At Pelly River there is a flat of
considerable extent on which the ruins of Fort Selkirk stand. It is
covered with a small growth of poplar and some spruce. The soil is a
gravelly loam of about eight inches in depth. This flat extends up the
river for some miles, but is all covered thickly with timber except a
small piece around the site of the fort.

"I think ten townships or 360 square miles, would be a very liberal
estimate of all the places mentioned along the river. This gives
us 230,400 acres, or, say 1,000 farms. The available lands on the
affluence of the rivers would probably double this, or give 2,000 farms
in that part of our territory, but on most of the farms the returns
would be meager. Without the discovery and development of large mineral
wealth, it is not likely that the slender agricultural resources of the
country will ever attract attention. In the event of such discovery
however, some of the land might be used for the production of vegetable
food for the miners, but even in that case with the transport
facilities which the district commands it is very doubtful if it could
compete successfully with the South and East.

"The amount of timber fit for use in building and manufacturing in the
district along the river is not at all important. There is a large
extent of forest which would yield firewood and timber for use in
mines, but for the manufacture of lumber there is very little. The
great bulk of the timber in the district suitable for manufacturing the
lumber is to be found on the islands in the river. On them the soil
is warmer and richer, the sun's rays striking the surface for a much
longer time and more directly than on the banks.

"To estimate the quantity of timber in the vicinity of the river, I
would say that one-fourth of the area I have given as agricultural land
would be a fair conjecture, but it must be borne in mind that there is
not more than a square mile or so of that in any one place, and most of
the timber would be small and poor.

"It may be said that the country might furnish much timber, which,
though not fit to be classed as merchantable, would meet many other
requirements of the only industry the country is ever likely to have,
viz., mining."

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Surveyor Ogilvie's official report on the fauna of the Klondike
district is in the main as follows:

"The principal furs procured in the district are the silver, gray and
black fox, the number of which bears a greater ratio to the number of
red foxes than in any other part of the country. The red fox is very
common, and a species called the blue, is very abundant near the
coast. Marten, or sable, are also numerous, as are lynx, but otter are
scarce, and beaver almost unknown. It is probable that the value of
gray and black fox skins taken out of the country more than equals in
value all the other furs.

[Illustration: INDIAN PACKERS FORDING A RIVER]

"Game is not now as abundant as before mining began, and it is
difficult, in fact, impossible, to get any close to the river. A boom
in mining would soon exterminate the game in the district along the
river.

"There are two species of caribou in the country, one, the ordinary
kind found in most parts of the North-west, and said to much resemble
the reindeer; the other, called the wood caribou, a much larger and
more beautiful animal. Except that the antlers are much smaller it
appears to me to resemble the elk or wapiti. The ordinary caribou runs
in herds often numbering hundreds.

"There are four species of bear found in the district--the grisly,
brown, black, and a small kind locally known as the silver-tip, the
last being gray in color, with a white throat and beard, whence its
name. It is said to be fierce and not to wait to be attacked, but
to attack on sight. I had not the pleasure of seeing any, but heard
many 'yarns' about them, some of which I think were 'hunters' tales.'
It appears, however, that miners and Indians, unless traveling in
numbers, or especially well armed, give them as wide a berth as they
conveniently can.

"Wolves are not plentiful. A few of the common gray species only are
killed, the black being very scarce.

"The Arctic rabbit or hare is sometimes found, but they are not
numerous. There is a curious fact in connection with the ordinary hare
or rabbit, which I have observed, but of which I have never yet seen
any satisfactory explanation. Their numbers vary from the very few to
myriads in periods of seven years.

"The Alaskan birds include the grouse, ptarmigan, snipe, mallard and
teal duck, goose, loon, gray and bald eagle, sea parrot, gulls, auks
and many other sea fowls. The sea birds supply the Indians with a
profitable pursuit, gathering their eggs from the rocks. The eggs are a
staple article of diet with the natives.

"The food fishes are numerous, but the salmon easily leads them all in
importance, and the canning and drying of this dainty fish make the
third industry of this territory, gold being now the first, of course,
and furs the second."

No account of the animal life of the Klondike district would be
complete without mention of the insects, which make life a burden
during the summer in the interior. In the summer season when the days
are sometimes really hot there are swarms of mosquitoes and gnats
which have not their equal in the world, and which are enough alone to
discourage most men. The horse fly is larger than the insect of the
same name in the United States. In a preceding chapter Schwatka reports
that one of his party, bitten by a horse fly, was completely disabled
for a week. He adds, "At the moments of infliction it was hard to
believe that one was not disabled for life.

"The mosquitoes are equally distressing. According to the general terms
of the survival of the fittest and the growth of muscles most used to
the detriment of others, a band of cattle inhabiting this district in
the far future, would be all tail and no body, unless the mosquitoes
should experience a change of numbers.

[Illustration: THE WHITE HORSE RAPIDS]

"The Indians smear the hands and face with a mixture of grease
and soot, which prevents the pest from biting. At some seasons in
this country they are in such dense swarms that at night they will
practically cover a mosquito netting, fairly touching each other and
crowding through any kind of mesh. I have heard it asserted by people
of experience that they form cooperative societies and assist each
other through the meshes by pushing behind and pulling in front."




CHAPTER XIV.

DISCOVERY AND HISTORY.


The actual discovery of the great north-western peninsula of the
American continent cannot be dated further back than the middle part
of the eighteenth century. Its remoteness from the centres of European
settlement and from the lines of trade and travel, and its inhospitable
climate made Alaska one of the latest regions to yield to the advances
of the explorer, surveyor and settler. At a date when the colonies on
the North Atlantic coast of America numbered millions of prosperous
people, already preparing to take independent rank among the nations
of the world, the very existence of this enormous country was unknown.
At a very early date, however, voyagers from many lands began their
advances toward the far North-west, and the story of the discovery of
Alaska must naturally include a brief outline of these.

As early as 1542 the Spanish adventurers Coronado and Juan Rodriguez
de Cabrillo went up the Pacific coast of Mexico, and sailed for some
distance along the coast of what is now the State of California. The
memory of the former has been locally honored in California in the name
of Coronado Beach. At this time the Spanish considered themselves sole
masters of the South Sea, as the Pacific was called, and of all lands
bordering upon it. But their supremacy there was soon disputed by the
intrepid Sir Francis Drake. He not only ravaged their South American
seaports, but, in 1579, sailed far to northward in a little schooner
of two hundred tons, entered the Golden Gate, and refitted his vessel
in what is now the harbor of San Francisco. Thirteen years later the
Spaniards pressed still further up the coast. Apostolos Valerianos,
best known as Juan de Fuca, sailed from Mexico and passed through the
straits that bear his name, and discovered Puget Sound. There adventure
from the south made pause for many years, still a weary distance from
the Alaskan peninsula.

More than a hundred years after the voyages of Coronado, a different
people, from a different direction, began to move toward the same
goal. These were the Russians, who had already taken possession of
the greater part of Siberia, and who were now persistently pushing
on to the occupation of the whole realm between the Baltic and the
Pacific. They had already gone eastward as far as the Kolyma River,
and possessed the town of Nijni Kolymsk, in about 160° degrees east
longitude. In 1646 they advanced still further. Isai Ignatieff, with
several small vessels, sailed from the Kolyma, and effected a landing
on Tchaun Bay, in the country of the Tchukchees. He found the trade
in walrus ivory so profitable that his example was soon followed by
others. The very next year the Cossack Simeon Deshneff, with four
vessels, sailed eastward, to take possession of all the land in the
name of the Russian crown. The Anadyr River, of which reports had
been heard from the natives, was his goal. At the same time, Michael
Stadukin led an expedition overland in the same direction. But both
these enterprises failed. The year 1648, however, saw Deshneff's
venture repeated. Three ships sailed for the Anadyr, commanded
respectively by Simeon Deshneff, Gerasim Ankudinoff, and Feodor
Alexieff. They reached Behring Strait, not knowing it was a strait, and
Ankudinoff's vessel was wrecked on East Cape. He and his men were taken
on the other vessels, and the expedition kept on. Deshneff made his way
around Cape Navarin and Cape Olintorski to the coast of Kamtchatka.
There his vessel was wrecked and he and his men made their way home
overland, surveying, as they went, the Anadyr River. Again in 1652
Deshneff explored the Anadyr, in a boat, and the next year planned a
trade-route, by sea, from that river to Yakutsk, on the Lena.

Many other expeditions to Kamtchatka and the western part of Behring
Sea were soon thereafter made. Taras Stadukin in 1654 discovered the
westernmost Kurill Islands, and sailed round Kamtchatka into Penjinsk
Bay. In 1696, Lucas Simeonoff Moroscovich explored Kamtchatka by land,
and during the next year the Cossack Vladimir Atlassoff followed
him thither and by force of arms made the Kamtchatdales subjects of
the Czar. This conquest was marked by wholesale butcheries of the
helpless natives, and confiscation of their goods. The conquest of
the Tchukchees was attempted in 1701, but failed, as did a second
expedition against them ten years later. This latter, however, under
the Cossack Peter Iliunsen Potoff, in 1711, had one highly-important
result. It brought back definite reports of the narrowness of Behring
Strait, of the location of the Diomedes Islands, and of the proximity
of the American continent. Then, for some years, all further advance
was stayed.

The next movement was undertaken by no less a personage than Peter the
Great,

                        "----that Czar
    Who made of tribes an Empire."

It was at the end of his reign and life. Two passions moved him.
One was the zeal for scientific exploration and knowledge of the
world; the other, the desire to extend his dominion across the Arctic
borders of another continent. Accordingly in 1725 he planned a great
expedition, drew up full instructions with his own hand, and delivered
them to Admiral Apraxin; then died. His widow, who became Autocrat
in his stead, ordered the plan fulfilled, and it was done promptly.
On February 5th, 1725, the chief members of the expedition set out
from St. Petersburg, their leader and commander being the illustrious
Captain Vitus Behring.

The explorers made their way by slow stages to Okhotsk. There they
built two ships, the "Fortuna" and the "Gabriel," and on July 20th,
1728, set sail on their adventurous voyage. On this occasion they
contented themselves with traversing Behring Strait, and returned
without seeing the American coast or even the Diomedes Islands. A
second voyage, in 1729, was altogether fruitless, and in the spring
of 1730 Behring returned to St. Petersburg without having achieved
a single work of importance or won the first fraction of his later
fame. But one of the objects of his expedition was presently attained
by others, accidentally. The Yakutsk Cossacks, under Athanasius
Shestakoff, had been for years fighting to subdue the indomitable
Tchukchees, with little success. A party of them took the ship
"Fortuna," abandoned by Behring, to make a war-like cruise along the
Tchukchee coast. They were soon wrecked in Penjinsk Bay, and were
routed in battle with the Tchukchees. But the engineer and navigator
of the expedition, Michael Gwosdeff, made a boat from the wreck of the
"Fortuna," and with his surviving comrades sailed to the Anadyr River.
Thence they sailed to Cape Serdze, expecting there to meet a Cossack
expedition from overland. In this they were disappointed. And presently
a great storm arose from the eastward and drove them, helpless, before
it. Right across the strait they were driven, to the American coast.
Upon the latter, however, they could make no landing. The shore was
inhospitable and the storm was furious. For two days they cruised along
the coast, and then, the storm abating, made their way back to Asia.

Despite the failure of his first expedition, Behring was received with
honors and promotion at the Russian capital, and preparations were
pressed for another venture under his command. For several years he was
engaged in voyages along the Siberian coast, and to Japan. But in 1741
the great achievement of his life began. His pilot, Ivan Jelagin, had
gone to Avatcha with two ships, the "St. Peter" and the "St. Paul." On
Niakina Bay he had founded the town of Petropaulovsk, named for the
vessels. Thither went Wilhelm Steller, the Franconian naturalist, and
Louis de Lisle de la Croyere. Thither, finally, went Behring, and on
June 4th, 1741, sailed for America. On June 20th the two vessels were
parted by a storm, and did not come together again; nor did Behring and
Chirikoff, their commanders, ever meet again in this world. Chirikoff,
in the "St. Paul," made quickest progress. On July 15th he reached the
American coast, and anchored in Cross Sound. His mate, Dementieff, and
ten armed men, in the long boat, went ashore. They did not return, and
on July 21st Sidor Saveleff with other armed men went after them, in
the only other boat of the "St. Paul." They did not return either. But
the next day two canoes filled with savages came from the shore toward
the ship, showing only too plainly what had become of the landing
parties. The savages did not venture to attack the ship, but Chirikoff
had no more boats in which to effect a landing. So on July 27th he
weighed anchor and sailed back for Kamtchatka. He passed by numerous
islands, and on October 9th re-entered the harbor of Petropaulovsk.
Twenty-one of his seventy men had perished; among them Louis de Lisle
de la Croyere, the French naturalist, who died of scurvy on the day of
their return.

The "St. Peter," with Behring and his comrades on board, meanwhile,
was driven blindly through tempest and fog toward the Alaskan coast.
On Sunday, July 18th, he reached the land and disembarked. He was at
the foot of some low, desolate bluff which skirted the shore for a
long distance, and beyond which rose the savage splendors of Mt. St.
Elias and the Arctic Alps. The spot was near what is now called Kayak
Island. For six weeks Behring tarried in that neighborhood, refitting
his storm-strained ship, laying aboard supplies of water and food, and
making a few explorations of the coast. The two capes between which he
landed he named St. Elias and Hermogenes. Here the naturalist Steller
found many interesting traces of the natives. Going further north,
into Prince William's Sound, Behring became confused by the number of
islands and the difficulties of navigation, and abandoned the direction
of the vessel to Lieutenant Waxel. They kept on, past the Kenai
Peninsula, past Kadiak Island, and down the coast of the slender Alaska
Peninsula, to the south-west, until they reached a group of islands
which they named Shumagin, for a member of the company who died and was
buried there. This was on August 29th. On September 3d a terrific storm
arose, before which they were driven, helpless, far out into the North
Pacific, southward to latitude 48°. Scurvy broke out among them with
fatal force, and the disheartened men resolved to return to Kamtchatka.

Thenceforward for weeks they suffered almost incredible hardships.
Every one was suffering from scurvy. So weakened were they by disease
and famine that it took three men to hold the helm. Only a few sails
were used, for the men were not able to hoist and manage more. When
these were torn away by the storms, the helpless craft drifted under
bare poles. The weather was a chaos of wind and fog and snow. For weeks
they drifted blindly, now eastward, now westward, scarcely hoping
to see land again, and utterly ignorant of the part of the ocean
into which they had been borne. But on November 4th a particularly
furious gale drove them ashore on an unknown coast. They were in the
south-eastern part of Behring Sea, on one of the Kommandorski group of
islands. The vessel was completely wrecked, and the men built huts on
the shore for winter quarters. Waxel was still in command. Behring was
a victim to natural stupidity, constitutional cowardice, and scurvy.
All through the dreadful voyage from Prince William Sound he had
remained in his cabin, shivering in abject terror. A few weeks after
landing, on December 8th he died. In honor of him his men named the
island Behring Island, and the group the Kommandorski, while Behring
Strait and Behring Sea in their names give immortality to one of
the least worthy of men. Waxel, Steller, and the others remained on
Behring Island all that winter, feeding on the flesh of sea-lions and
the monster Arctic manatee or sea-cow, now extinct. They collected
a considerable store of furs of the sea-otter, blue fox and other
animals, which they took back to Russia and thus greatly stimulated the
zeal of further conquest. In the summer of 1742 they made their way
to Petropaulovsky in a boat constructed from the wreck of their ship.
Waxel reached St. Petersburg with the official report of the expedition
in 1749.

Thenceforward the greed of gain led many Russian adventurers to the
waters and shores of Behring Sea. Emilian Bassoff discovered Attoo
Island, the westernmost of the Aleutian chain, in 1745, and Michael
Novodtsikoff, in the same year, discovered other islands near by,
and got a rich cargo of furs. Other explorers, who followed up the
Aleutian chain were Ribinski, in 1748; Trapesnikoff, in 1749; Yagoff,
in 1750; and Ivan Nikiforoff, who reached Unimak Island in 1757. Simon
Krasilnikoff, Maxim Lazeroff and others kept up the work of discovering
islands, getting furs, and massacring the natives. The Andreanoffsky
Islands were discovered in 1761, and named in honor of Andrean Tolstoi,
who fitted out Lazeroff's expedition. In the winter of 1761-2,
Pushkareff and his men lived on the shore of False Pass. They were
the first to spend a winter on the mainland of Alaska. The atrocities
committed by them excited the hostility of the natives, and they were
glad to get away in August, 1762. They took with them thirty natives,
mostly women, as prisoners and slaves; but on the voyage home they
wantonly murdered them all except two.

War to the knife thereafter prevailed among the natives and the
Russians. The latter waged it with the most ferocious energy, but
were by no means always victors. A whole expedition of fifty men was
destroyed on Unimak Island in 1762; and a similar party met the same
fate in 1763, on Ounalaska. Indeed, for years the history of Russian
progress in Alaska was one of unrelieved horror, an inferno of lust,
torture and death.

And now the advance of the Spanish and others from the southward was
resumed. Juan Perez sailed from Monterey in 1774, and discovered
Queen Charlotte Island and Nootka Sound. The next year Bruno Heceta
discovered the mouth of the Oregon or Columbia River. Then the famous
English navigator, James Cook, came upon the scene. In 1778 he reached
Nootka Sound; saw and named Mount St. Elias; explored Cook's Inlet;
stopped for a time at Ounalaska; sailed up Behring Sea, through Behring
Strait, to Icy Cape; explored Norton Sound and the adjacent waters;
touched again at Ounalaska; and then sailed away to the Sandwich
Islands, where he was killed in February, 1779. In these few months
this immortal Yorkshire man and his Connecticut and Virginia comrades
had done more active work of discovery and survey than all the Russian
pillagers who had frequented that part of the world for seventy-five
years before.

The first permanent industrial and commercial settlement was effected
by the Russians under Shelikoff on Kadiak Island in 1783. Three years
later the ill-fated La Perouse visited the Alaskan coast and saw Mt.
St. Elias. In 1787, two Russians, Lastochkin and Pribyloff, discovered
two islands in the south-east part of Behring Sea, which have since
become of enormous value. They named them St. Paul and St. George, and
called them together the Suboff Islands. They are now known, however,
as the Pribyloff Islands, and are famous as one of the chief homes of
the fur seals.

The Russian Government, about 1788, formally laid claim to all the
Alaskan lands and waters, and even to the northern part of the Pacific
Ocean. At the same time the Spanish and English laid conflicting
claims to the region about Nootka Sound, and in 1789 came into
violent conflict there. United States expeditions were also busy with
explorations in that region, but the Spaniards made no objection
to their presence. Captain Gray, of the "Washington," Captain John
Kendrick, of the "Columbia," Captain Metcalf, of the "Fair American,"
Captain Ingraham, of the "Hope," Captain Crowell, of the "Hancock,"
Captain Roberts, of the "Jefferson," and Captain Magee, of the
"Margaret," were among the Americans conspicuous in exploration and
trade, chiefly about Nootka Sound and the Straits of Juan de Fuca.
Captain George Vancouver, already mentioned as a member of Cook's
expedition, also spent much time in exploring the coast, from the
island which bears his name northward to the Prince of Wales Islands,
in the British service; and Alexander Mackenzie traveled across the
continent from Canada and explored the great river which has been named
for him. The surveys of Vancouver were the most thorough and accurate
that had been made.

To return, however, to the Russians. In 1782, Gregory Shelikoff, of
Rylsk, Siberia, a man of great ability and energy, of remarkable
brutality, and of unsurpassed unscrupulousness, entered upon an
important campaign for the establishment of trading posts. In this
he was accompanied by his wife, Natalie Shelikoff, a woman of
extraordinary ability. In 1787, the Czarina Catherine II, gave him
a medal in recognition of his services; and in 1790, by an imperial
ukase, that notorious but brilliant sovereign gave to a company, of
which Shelikoff was the head, the practical monopoly of the Alaska
fur trade. Alexander Baranoff, one of Shelikoff's subordinates, was
soon made Chief Director of Affairs in the Russo-American colonies.
He, like his chief, was a man of consummate executive ability, and
utterly destitute of humane feelings or moral sense. In the summer of
1793 he prevailed upon the Czarina to issue another ukase, authorizing
the sending of missionaries to America to convert the natives to
the Orthodox Greek faith, and also the sending thither of Russian
convicts to teach them agriculture. Thirty convicts were thus settled
by Baranoff on the Kenai peninsula, and the Archimandrite Joasaph,
elder of the Augustin friars, also went thither. Many other convicts
and their families, and monkish missionaries, were in 1794 landed at
Kadiak and Cape St. Elias. As soon as they were landed, Shelikoff
refused to support them, and they were compelled to work for their
living. In consequence the missionaries sent bitter complaints to the
Czar; and these were accompanied by still more bitter complaints from
the natives, who were being subjected to such brutalities as cannot
be described in print. These had little effect, however. In 1795,
Shelikoff died, and his wife succeeded him as president of the company.
At this time the population of Kadiak was more than 3,600 adults.
The next year the first Greek church was erected there, and Father
Joasaph was made Bishop. In 1799 the Czar Paul chartered anew the
Shelikoff company, re-organized as the Russian-American Company, for a
term of twenty years. He gave it absolute control of all the American
coast-lands and waters north of latitude 55°. The Company was required
to survey the region, plant settlements, promote agriculture, commerce
and other industries, propagate the Greek faith, and extend Russian
influence and possessions as widely as possible. As for the natives,
they were by the same decree made the slaves of the Company. Baranoff
was made practically the supreme head, the autocrat of the entire
realm, on whose word were suspended the issues of life and death.

Under this new _régime_ the old policy of cruelty and outrage toward
the natives was pursued with added intensity. Generally the Russians
worked their will with impunity, though sometimes the natives rose
against them with vengeful might, and on several occasions the Russians
were glad to flee to British and American ships for shelter. Meanwhile
explorations went on. The American ship "Atahualpa" in 1802 discovered
the mouth of the Stikine River. Baranoff explored the lower part of
the Copper River. In 1804 Baranoff took Sitka from the natives, after
a hard battle; renamed it New Archangel, gave the island on which it
stood his own name, and made it thenceforth the chief station in the
colony. About this time an attempt was made to plant trees on the
Aleutian islands. The Imperial Chamberlain, Count Nicolas Petrovich
Resanoff, founded a school at Kadiak, and effected some valuable
administrative reforms, especially in the colonial courts and in the
financial system. Then he went back to Russia to get the Czar's consent
to his marriage with the daughter of Don Luis de Arguello, the Spanish
governor of San Francisco. As soon as he was gone, Baranoff undid
all his reforms. Resanoff died on his way to Russia. His betrothed
never believed he was dead, and never would marry another; but waited
patiently for his return until she became very old and died.

John Jacob Astor, having formed a company for the Pacific fur trade,
sent a vessel to Sitka in 1809, and in 1811 an agent to St. Petersburg
to negotiate with the Directory of the Russian-American Company. The
negotiations were successful, and in October, 1811, were approved by
the Czar, Mr. Astor was to furnish provisions and supplies at stated
prices, and to take pay therefor in furs from the Company. They
were to assist each other against smugglers, respect each other's
hunting-grounds, and not to sell intoxicating liquors to the natives.
In 1817 Baranoff, having grown old and weary of his toil, resigned
the Chief Directorship of the colonies, and was succeeded by Captain
Leontius Hagenmeister. He resigned within a year, and was succeeded
by Lieutenant Janoffsky. At this time an Imperial Commissioner,
Vasili Golofnin, was sent to investigate and report on the abuses of
administration. As a result, in July, 1819, the Czar made sweeping
changes in the regulations of the colonies, which effected some
substantial reforms.

There were now Russian settlements on five of the Aleutian islands,
four on the shores of Cook's Inlet, two on Chugach Gulf, and one at
Sitka. The last named was a large and handsome place, surrounded by
gardens and wheat fields. In 1821 the charter of the Company was
renewed for twenty years. The profits of the enterprise, however, were
now declining. Not one of Baranoff's successors had a tithe of his
ability, and the result of his loss was seen in shrinking dividends.
Explorations, however, were pushed vigorously. A two years' expedition
surveyed the coasts of Norton Sound, Bristol Bay, and Nunivak Island.
The Alexander Archipelago also was thoroughly explored. The Russian
Government in 1821 issued a proclamation of sovereignty over the whole
Pacific Ocean north of the 51st parallel, and forbidding vessels of
other nations to approach within one hundred miles of the shores
thereof, save in cases of extreme distress. Against this the United
States and England vigorously protested, and with effect. In 1824 a
convention was signed between the United States and Russia, by which
the North Pacific was opened to American ships, and latitude 54° 40'
was recognized as the southern boundary of the Russian possessions; and
a similar treaty was made with England the next year.

Kotzebue Sound was explored by the English Captain Beechey in 1826.
Captain Staninkovich explored much of the northern coast of Alaska
in 1828. In 1830 Chernoff examined the harbor of Nuchek and the
mouth of the Kaknu River; and Kolmakoff surveyed the bay and river
of Kuskoquim. In this year the Company took formal possession of all
the Kurile Islands. The next year Baron von Wrangell became Director
of the Colonies, and an era of progress began. The colony was opened
for settlement to all Russians. Fort St. Michael's, on Norton Sound,
was established. Measures were taken to check the destruction of
seals and other sea animals. An observatory was founded at Sitka. In
1835 Glasunoff explored the deltas of the Kuskoquim and Yukon rivers,
ascending the latter stream as far as Anvik. Small-pox now broke out
at Sitka, and for several years ravaged all the settlements, nearly
depopulating some of them. In 1838 Malakoff went up the Yukon River to
Nulato, and Kushevaroff thoroughly explored the northeastern coast as
far as Point Barrow. The next year Mt. St. Elias was observed for the
first time to emit smoke, but no further eruption occurred. In 1843
Lieutenant Zagoskin ascended the Yukon as far as Nowikakat, Malakoff
explored the Suchitna, Gregorieff the Copper River, and Kashevaroff the
shores of Behring Sea.

The second charter of the Company expired in 1841, and strong efforts
were made to have it renewed at once. The Government hesitated, but
finally, in 1844, renewed it on even more liberal terms than before.
In the summer of 1848 the first whaling vessel passed through Behring
Strait. It was the American ship "Superior," commanded by Captain Roys.
The experiment was highly successful, and in the next season no less
than one hundred and fifty-four American whalers followed the example,
all making great catches, and the industry was thus established in
those waters. English and American explorers continued to visit to
northern coasts of Alaska, and surveyed almost every portion of it.

As the ending of the third charter of the Company approached, efforts
were made to secure still another renewal. A complete report on the
operations of the Company was made at the end of 1861. According to
it, the original capital was $73,500. In 1818 it was "watered," and
the shares were made $100 instead of $112.50 each. In 1844 the Company
had accumulated a surplus of $337,500. At the end of 1861 the capital
was $495,000, and the surplus $553,000. The original investment had
paid from six to ten per cent. net annually, besides the enormous
peculations of the officers and employes. Despite the earnest endeavors
of the Company, however, the Czar finally refused to renew its charter,
and the Company began to wind up its business. In 1864 there was
a great increase of American interests in the colony. The Western
Union Telegraph Company, of New York, doubting the practicability of
operating a cable under the Atlantic, planned to construct a telegraph
line to Europe by way of Alaska and Siberia. In this the Russian
Government agreed to co-operate. A surveying expedition was accordingly
sent to Alaska, and much exploring work was done at a cost of more than
three million dollars. The incident, though without practical result
in itself, drew so much attention to Alaska and its resources that
an American syndicate was formed to purchase for itself the charter
which the Czar refused to grant to the old Russian Company. This came
to the ear of Mr. Seward, the American Secretary of State, and he soon
concluded that it would be a good bargain for the United States to buy
the whole country outright from Russia. This was done in 1867. The
United States paid Russia $7,200,000 for the whole Territory of Alaska.
Nearly all of this went, at St. Petersburg, to satisfy old debts
and obligations incurred by Alaskan enterprises. The treaty of sale
was agreed upon on March 30th; it was ratified by the United States
Senate on May 28th; proclaimed by the President on June 20th; General
Jefferson C. Davis was appointed to take command of Alaska on September
6th; and on October 18th the United States took formal and actual
possession of the country.

This new Territory was looked upon as an Indian country and General
Davis was really a military commander. His headquarters were at Sitka,
where he had a garrison of about 250 men. A number of enterprising
business men accompanied General Davis to Sitka, and immediately began
erecting storehouses and offices, and purchasing the property of the
old Russian Company. In less than a week several new stores were
erected and two drinking saloons, two bowling alleys and a restaurant
were in operation. All sorts and conditions of men began flocking in,
including pioneers and squatters, and aspirants for political honors
in the Territory. There was talk of framing a city charter, and of
creating numerous lucrative offices. The usual amount of crime and
disorder of a frontier settlement occurred, and soon all respectable
inhabitants were compelled to lock their doors at nightfall and not
venture out again until daylight. Difficulties with the Indians also
soon began, and for many years the Territory was in a state of disorder
and confusion, lacking any organized government.

In February, 1868, the Russians began to return home and to abandon
the Territory to its new owners. In this year many serious troubles
with the Indians occurred on the Yukon River, and on the first of
January, 1869, there was some disturbance at Sitka itself. In April,
1869, the publication of a newspaper was begun at Sitka by a man who
also followed the avocations of lawyer and tailor. This paper passed
out of existence after about a year and was not revived. In 1870 the
withdrawal of the military garrisons occurred, excepting those at
Sitka and Wrangell. In 1874 an attempt was made to colonize Alaska
with Icelanders, who were at that time leaving their own country in
large numbers. Several of them visited Alaska and were pleased with
the appearance of the country. An offer was made to transport thither
five hundred Icelanders free of charge, but it was not accepted, and
the scheme of colonization was finally abandoned. In 1878 a serious
outbreak of Indians occurred at Sitka, and the inhabitants of that town
were compelled to appeal for protection to the commander of an English
war-ship. In 1884 a regular territorial government was established
and a civil governor appointed, the military garrisons having been
withdrawn.




CHAPTER XV.

THE PEOPLE AND THEIR INDUSTRIES.


The United States census of 1890 definitely enumerated 21,929
inhabitants of Alaska, and estimated the existence of about 8,400 more.
Of those enumerated there were 3,922 white males and 497 white females;
82 black males; 770 "mixed" males, and 798 "mixed" females; and 2,125
male Chinese; while the native population included 7,158 males and
6,577 females. According to the same census there were in Alaska 11
organizations of the Orthodox Greek Church; with 22 edifices with a
seating capacity of 2,900 and a value of $180,000. The communicants
numbered 13,004. The Roman Catholic Church had 6 organizations, with
6 buildings, seating 540 persons, and valued at $9,700. There were
559 communicants. No less than 27 fire insurance companies were doing
business in the Territory, and in 1889 the risks written and renewed by
them aggregated $1,710,184.

The people of Alaska have been spoken of as Americans, Russians,
Hydahs, Tsimpseans, Thlinkets, Aleuts, Innuits or Eskimos and Tinneh,
or Athabascan Indians. Eight distinct languages and several dialects
are spoken. The Tsimpseans embrace only the settlement at Metlakahtla,
about one thousand people who came over from British Columbia. The
Hydahs have some five or six villages on the south end of Prince of
Wales Island with about nine hundred people. The Thlinkets reside in
from forty to fifty villages in the Alexander Archipelago and along
the coast from Cape Fox to Copper River. All these have become partly
civilized by contact with the whites and through the influence of
schools and missions, and there is a large number of those who can
speak English and have become excellent citizens. The Aleuts are also
partly civilized, but with a civilization conforming more nearly to
that of the Russians than our own. These reside upon the islands of the
Aleutian chain, the Shunagin and Kodiak groups, the Aliaska Peninsula
and the islands of St. Paul and St. George in Behring Sea.

There are a few Aleut half-breeds in Sitka. Many of these people
talk the Russian language. The Innuits and Tinnehs cannot be said to
be civilized, though their barbarism has been modified by contact
with white people. The Innuits reside along the coast from Nushegak,
in Behring Sea, to the eastern limit of our dominion in the Arctic
region. Lieutenant Ray speaks of them as living in a state of anarchy,
making no combinations, offensive or defensive, having no punishment
for crimes and no government. Given to petty pilfering, they make no
attempt to reclaim stolen property. They are social in their habits
and kind to each other. These people are obliged to devote all their
energies to procuring the necessary food and clothing to maintain
life. Their intelligence is of a low order and the race is apparently
diminishing. Physically they are strong and possess great powers of
endurance.

The Tinnehs occupy the interior, the Yukon valley, except the portions
near its mouth, and come down to the seashore only at Cook's Inlet.
They are called "Stick" Indians by the Thlinkets. These people have
many traits of the North American Indians elsewhere, and may properly
be designated as Indians. The other natives of Alaska are not true
Indians and have not generally been treated as such by the government.
They have no real tribal relations, though formerly the heads of
families were recognized as chiefs and called such.

At the present time, among the Hydahs, Tsimpseans, Thlinkets and
Aleuts, the so-called chiefs have very little, if any, power or
influence, as such. Among the Eskimos it may be doubted if the office
ever amounted to anything.

The progress of the natives of Southeastern Alaska toward civilization
is steady and certain, though it must not be supposed that these people
yet take high rank in learning, intelligence or morality. The educating
and elevating influences of the schools and missions, though doing
much, perhaps more than we should expect under the circumstances, must
be continued a long time in order to effect anything like satisfactory
conditions.

In some respects the physical condition of the different native tribes
is alike and in others not. All are strongly built, rather short, and
by their habits of living inured to hardship and endurance. The men
have very light or no beards, and frequently trim the scattering hairs
on their chins closely or pluck them out. The average height is less
than that of Europeans. They have an Asiatic cast of features and the
coast people are generally thought to have originated from Japanese
stock. The Eskimos have a language very similar to the Eskimos of
Labrador and almost identical with a small population upon the Asiatic
side of Behring Strait. Physically they differ from the Eskimos of
Greenland and Labrador, being more robust and healthy. All of the
natives of Alaska have small and delicately-formed hands and feet and
rather a massive head, straight black hair, dark eyes, high cheek
bones and nut-brown complexion. All are to a large extent fish eaters,
though the Tinnehs, living in the interior, or Ingalik tribes of the
Yukon, are compelled to subsist to a greater extent upon game and land
products.

Their dwellings, not so unlike originally, have now become quite
different in style and manner of construction. Those residing in
Southeastern Alaska have frame or block houses wholly above ground,
with sleeping apartments partitioned off from the main or living-room
where the central fireplace is located, like the state-rooms of a
river steamboat, and many of the Thlinkets have substituted the modern
cooking-stove and pipe for the fireplace and open chimney-hole in the
roof.

These people are all self-supporting; the Hydahs, Tsimpseans, Thlinkets
and Aleuts living comfortably with plenty of food and blankets. The
Eskimos, especially those of the Arctic region, have a hard time of
it to keep from starvation and death by freezing. The Tinnehs, or
Ingaliks, have less of the conveniences, not to say luxuries of life,
than any of the coast tribes. The last-named two tribes have small,
poorly built, partly underground houses, and their winter dwellings are
entirely covered with earth.

Mention has already been made of the town of Sitka, the capital of
the Territory. It is beautifully situated, sheltered by a range of
snow-covered mountains on the one side and on the other protected
from the broad expanse of the Pacific Ocean and its storms by a
numerous group of thickly-wooded islands. The waters of the harbor are
singularly clear, so that in looking over the side of a vessel one can
see the bottom at a depth of many fathoms. A warm equatorial current
bathes this shore and bears into these Arctic regions many sponges,
coral branches and other growths of warmer latitudes. The town itself
lies clustered near the shore and presents a pleasing picture to the
visitor as he approaches it from the sea. Its most conspicuous feature
is the old weather-beaten and moss-grown castle which crowns a rocky
hill. This structure is 140 feet long and 70 feet wide, and is built
of huge cedar logs. It was for many years the official residence of
the Russian governors and was at times the scene of splendid social
gatherings. In its upper story were arranged a ball-room and a theatre,
and the building throughout was as richly furnished as a palace in St.
Petersburg or Moscow. Some of these rich furnishings still remain,
though as a whole the building is in a most dilapidated condition.
Another prominent building is the old Greek Church with its emerald
green dome, Byzantine spire, fine chime of bells and richly decorated
interior. It is liberally maintained, as indeed are all the other
Greek Churches in the Territory, by the Russian Government. Most of
the houses in Sitka are built of heavy logs, some of them being also
clapboarded outside. During the winter about 1,000 Indians live there
and the white population is composed of the government officials and
agents, a few store-keepers and traders, and perhaps four or five
hundred miners and prospectors from the inland regions. In midwinter
there are only about six hours of daylight in each day, and in
mid-summer there is for a time practically no night at all. Rain is
the principal feature of the climate, and this abundance of moisture
causes all vegetation to grow luxuriantly. There is an abundance of
vegetables and some fruit, and domestic cattle are kept successfully.
Nowhere outside of the tropics is a more luxurious natural vegetation
to be found than in these islands of southern Alaska. Sitka is a neat
and clean city, and as a rule is now quiet and orderly. It contains a
large industrial school, attended by 200 native boys and girls, the
course of study including nearly all useful industries. Twenty miles
south of Sitka, on the same island, hot springs are to be found, the
water of which is rich in sulphur and iron. For many generations these
have been a sanitary resort of the natives, and it is not unlikely that
in the near future they will be greatly visited by tourists from the
United States and elsewhere. The temperature of the water is about 155°
Fahrenheit, and the springs are surrounded by tropical vegetation.

After Sitka, the most important settlement in the Territory, is Fort
Wrangell. It is beautifully situated at the mouth of the Stickhin
River, where there is an excellent and capacious harbor, surrounded by
imposing mountains. The town consists of rather more than 100 houses,
and includes about 500 permanent inhabitants. There are two or three
large stores for the sale of goods to the natives and for the purchase
of furs and other natural products, as well as the quaint manufactures
of the Indians. There is also a flourishing industrial school for the
Indian girls. A leading native industry here is the manufacture of
jewelry from silver and ivory. In this the natives are very expert,
producing most elaborate patterns and copying any designs given to them
with the most patient and unfailing fidelity.

When the United States took possession of Alaska a great many active
and ambitious men on the Pacific coast were imbued with the idea that
much that was really valuable in Alaska in the line of furs and the
precious metals would be developed to their great gain and benefit if
they gave the subject the attention which it deserved. Accordingly,
many expeditions were fitted out at San Francisco, Puget Sound, and
other points on the Pacific coast, and directed to an examination of
these reputed sources of wealth in that distant country. Many years
have now rolled by, and in that time we have been enabled to judge
pretty accurately of the relative value of this new territory in
comparison with that of our nearer possessions, and it is now known
that the fur-trade of Alaska is all and even more than it was reputed
to be by the Russians.

In this connection the most notable instance, perhaps, of the great
value of these interests may be cited in the case of the seal islands.
It will be remembered that at the time of the transfer, when the most
eloquent advocates of the purchase were exhausting the fertility of
their brains in drumming up and securing every possible argument in
favor of the purchase, though the fur trade of the mainland, the
sea-otter fisheries, and the possible extent of trade in walrus oil
and ivory were dwelt upon with great emphasis, these fur-seal islands
did not receive even a passing notice as a source of revenue or
value to the public. Yet it has transpired, since the government has
been wise enough to follow out the general policy which the Russians
established of protecting the seal life on the Pribylof Islands, that
these interests in our hands are so managed and directed that they pay
into the treasury of the United States a sum sufficient to meet all the
expenses of the government in behalf of Alaska, beside leaving a large
excess every year.

Of other resources, such as the adaptation of the country for
settlement by any considerable number of our people as agriculturists
or husbandmen, and its actual value as a means of supplying gold and
silver, coal or timber, it must be said that as yet no very remarkable
gold or silver mines have been discovered, nor have there been any
veins of coal worked that would in themselves sustain any considerable
number of our people or give rise to any volume of trade.

The timber of Alaska in itself extends over a much larger area of that
country than a great many surmise. It clothes the steep hills and
mountain sides, and chokes up the valleys of the Alexander Archipelago
and the contiguous mainland; it stretches less dense, but still
abundant, along that inhospitable reach of territory which extends from
the head of Cross Sound to the Kenai peninsula, where, reaching down to
the westward and south-westward as far as the eastern half of Kadiak
Island, and thence across Shelikof Strait, it is found on the mainland
and on the peninsula bordering on the same latitude; but it is confined
to the interior opposite Kadiak, not coming down to the coast as far
eastward as Cape Douglas. Here, however, it impinges on the coast or
Cook's Inlet, reaching down to the shores and extending around to the
Kenai peninsula. From the interior of the peninsula, above referred to,
the timber-line over the whole of the interior of the great area of
Alaska will be found to follow the coast-line, at varying distances of
from 100 to 150 miles from the seabord, until that section of Alaska
north of the Yukon mouth is reached, where a portion of the coast
of Norton Sound is directly bordered by timber as far north as Cape
Denbigh. From this point to the eastward and northeastward a line may
be drawn just above the Yukon and its immediate tributaries as the
northern limit of timber of any considerable extent. There are a great
number of small water-courses rising here that find their way into the
Arctic, bordered by hills and lowland ridges on which some wind-stunted
timber is found, even to the shores of the Arctic Sea.

In thus broadly sketching the distribution of timber over Alaska
it will be observed that the area thus clothed is very great; yet
when we come to consider the quality of the timber itself, and its
economic value in our markets, we are obliged to adopt the standard
of the lumber-mills in Oregon and Washington. Viewed in this light,
we find that the best timber of Alaska is the yellow cedar, which in
itself is of great intrinsic value; but this cedar is not the dominant
timber by any means; it is the exception to the rule. The great bulk
of Alaskan timber is that known as Sitkan spruce, or balsam fir. The
lumber sawed from this stock is naturally not of the first quality.
These trees grow to their greatest size in the Sitka or Alexander
Archipelago. An interval occurs from Cross Sound until we pass over the
fair-weather ground at the foot of Mount St. Elias, upon the region
of Prince William Sound and Cook's Inlet, where this timber again
occurs, and attains very respectable proportions in many sections of
the district, notably at Wood Island and portions of Afognak, and at
the head of the Kenai peninsula and the two gulfs that environ it.
The abundance of this timber and the extensive area clothed by it are
readily appreciated by looking at the map, and are rendered still more
impressive when we call attention to the fact that the timber extends
in good size as far north as the Yukon Valley, clothing all the hills
within that extensive region and to the north of Cook's Inlet and Kenai
peninsula, so that the amount of timber found therein is great in the
aggregate. The size of this spruce timber at its base will be typified
in trees on Prince of Wales Island 50 feet and over in height, with a
diameter of at least three feet. They have not grown as fast as they
would have grown in a more congenial latitude to the south, such as
Puget Sound or Oregon; hence when they are run through the saw-mill the
frequent and close proximity of knots mar the quality and depress the
sale of the lumber. Spruce boards are not adapted to nice finishing
work in building or in cabinet-ware, or, indeed, in anything that
requires a finish and upon which paint and varnish may be permanently
applied, for under the influence of slight degrees of heat it sweats,
exuding minute globules of gum or rosin, which are sticky and difficult
to remove.

The other timber trees in south-eastern Alaska, Kadiak and Cook's
Inlet may be called exceptional. But one very valuable species of
yellow cedar (_C. nutkanensis_) is found scattered here and there
within the Alexander Archipelago and on the thirty-mile strip.
Here this really valuable tree is found at wide intervals in small
clumps, principally along shoal water-courses and fiords, attaining
a much greater size than the spruce, as frequently trees are found
100 feet high, with a diameter of five and six feet. The lumber made
from these is exceedingly valuable, of the very finest texture, odor
and endurance, and is highly prized by the cabinetmaker and the
ship-builder.

Thus it will be seen that the forests of Alaska are altogether
coniferous, as the small bodies of the birch and the alder and willow
thickets on the lower Yukon and Kuskokvim Rivers can scarcely be
considered to come under this head. Aside from the yellow cedar, which
is rare, the timber wealth of Alaska consists of the Sitka spruce,
which is not only abundant and large (trees of from three to four feet
in diameter being quite common in south-eastern Alaska and Prince
William Sound), but also generally accessible.

To give even an approximate estimate of the area of timbered lands in
Alaska is at present impossible, in view of our incomplete knowledge of
the extent of mountain ranges, which, though falling within the timber
limits, must be deducted from the superficial area of forest covering.

A few small saw-mills, of exceedingly limited capacity, have been
erected at various points in south-eastern Alaska, to supply the
local demand of trading-posts and mining-camps, but finished building
lumber is still largely imported even into this heavily-timbered
region. In all western Alaska but one small saw-mill is known to exist,
which is on Wood Island, St. Paul Harbor, Kadiak. This mill was first
set up to supply saw-dust for packing ice, but since the collapse
of that industry its operations have been spasmodic and not worth
mentioning. Lumber from Puget Sound and British Columbian mills is
shipped to nearly all ports in western Alaska for the use of whites and
half-breeds, while the natives in their more remote settlements obtain
planks and boards by the very laborious process of splitting logs
with iron or ivory wedges. On the treeless isles of the Shumagin and
Aleutian groups, as well as in the southern settlements of the Aliaska
peninsula, even firewood is imported from more favored sections of the
territory and commands high prices.

The fisheries cover a very large area, but their value and importance,
in consequence of the limited market afforded for exportation on the
Pacific coast, has not been fully developed. The supply certainly is
more than equal to any demand.

The soil of Alaska is not sterile, being at many points of the
requisite depth and fertility for the production of the very best
crops of cereals and tubers. The difficulty with agricultural progress
in Alaska is, therefore, not found in that respect. It is due to the
peculiar climate.

Glancing at the map the observer will notice that hydrographers have
defined the passage of a warm current, sufficient in volume and high
enough in temperature to traverse the vast expanse of the North Pacific
from the coast of Japan up and across a little to the southward of
the Aleutian Islands, and then deflecting down to the mouth of the
Columbia River, where it turns, one branch going north up along the
coast of British Columbia by Sitka, and thence again to the westward
until it turns and bends back upon itself. The other grand arm,
continuing from the first point of bifurcation, in its quiet, steady
flow to the Arctic, passes up to the northeastward through the strait
of Behring. This warm current, stored with tropical heat, gives rise
naturally, as it comes in contact with the colder air and water of the
north, to excessive humidity, which takes form in the prevalent fog,
sleet and rain of Alaska, as noted and recorded with so much surprise
by travelers and temporary residents from other climes. Therefore, at
Sitka, and, indeed, on the entire seaboard of South Alaska and the
Aleutian Islands, instead of finding a degree of excessive cold carried
over to the mainland across the Coast range, which the latitude would
seem to indicate, we find a climate much more mild than rigorous; but
the prevalence of fog clouds or banks, either hanging surcharged with
moisture or dissolving into weeks of consecutive rain, so <DW44> and
arrest a proper ripening of fruits and vegetables in that climate that
the reasonable certainty of success in a garden from year to year is
destroyed.

When we look at Alaska we are impressed by one salient feature, and
that is the remarkable distances which exist between the isolated
settlements. It is not at first apparent, but it grows on the traveler
until he is profoundly moved at the expenditure of physical labor,
patience and skill required to traverse any considerable district of
that country.

The Sitkan district is essentially one of rugged inequality, being
mountainous on the mainland to the exclusion of all other features, and
equally so on the islands. It is traversed here, there and everywhere
by broad arms of the sea and their hundreds and thousands of lesser
channels.

Land travel is simply impracticable. Nobody goes on a road; savages
and whites all travel by the water. Perhaps the greatest humidity and
the heaviest rainfall in the Alaskan country occur here. The equable
and hot rigorous climate permits of free navigation at all seasons of
the year, and it is seldom, indeed, that the little lakes and shallow
lagoons near the sea-level are frozen so firmly as to allow of a
winter's skating.

The Aleutian and Kadiak districts are quite as peculiar in themselves
and as much individualized by their geological age and formation as
is the Sitkan division. They hold within their boundaries a range
of great fire-mountains--grumbling, smoking, quaking hills; some of
these volcanic peaks being so lofty and so impressive as to fix in the
explorer's eye an image superb and grand, and so magnificent as to
render adequate description impossible. Like the Sitkan district, the
Aleutian and Kadiak regions are exceedingly mountainous, there being
very little low or level land compared with the sum total of their
superficial area; but in that portion extending for 1,100 miles to the
westward of Kadiak, nearly over to Asia, bare of timber, a skeleton,
as it were, is presented to the eye and strikes one with a sense of an
individuality here in decided contrast with that of the Sitkan country.
The hills not clothed with timber are covered to their summits in most
cases with a thick crop of circumpolar sphagnum, interspersed with
grasses, and a large flora, bright and beautiful in the summer season.
To thoroughly appreciate how much moisture in the form of fog and rain
settles upon the land, one cannot do better than to leave the ship in
the harbor, or the post where he is stationed, and take up a line of
march through one of the narrow valleys near by to the summit of one of
the lofty peaks. He will step upon what appeared from the window of the
vessel a firm greensward, and sink to his waist in a shaking, tremulous
bog, or slide over moss-grown shingle, painted and concealed by the
luxuriant growth of cryptogamic life, where he expected to find a free
and ready path.

"Passing from this district," says Mr. Petroff, "a very remarkable
region is entered, which I have called the Yukon and the Kuskokvim
divisions. I have during two summers traversed the major portion of
it from the north to the south, confirming many new and some mooted
points. This region covers the deltoid mouth of a vast river, the
Yukon, and the sea-like estuary--the Amazonian mouth of another--the
Kuskokvim, with the extraordinary shoals and bars of Bristol Bay,
where the tides run with surprising volume. The country itself differs
strikingly from the two divisions just sketched, consisting, as it
does, of irregular mountain spurs planted on vast expanses of low,
flat tundra. It is a country which, to our race, perhaps, is far more
inhospitable than either the Sitkan or Kadiak divisions; yet, strange
to say, I have found therein the greatest concentrated population
of the whole Territory. Of course, it is not by agricultural, or by
mining, or any other industry, save the aboriginal art of fishing and
the traffic of the fur trade that the people live; and, again, when
the fur-bearing animals are taken into account, the quality and volume
of that trade are far inferior to those of either of the previously
named divisions, and we find the natives existing in the greatest
number where, according to our measure of compensation, they have the
least to gain.

"This country, outside of these detached mountain regions and spurs,
is a great expanse of bog, lakes, large and small, with thousands of
channels between them, and sluggish currents filled with grasses and
other aqueous vegetation, indicated to the eye by the presence of
water-lilies.

"The traveler, tortured by mosquitoes in summer, blinded, confused and
disturbed by whirling 'purgas,' snow and sleet in winter, finding the
coast rendered almost inaccessible by the vast system of shoaling which
the current of the great Yukon has effected, passes to the interior,
whose superficial area comprises nearly five-sixths of the landed
surface of the Territory.

"Here is an immense tract reaching from Behring Strait, in a succession
of rolling, ice-bound moors and low mountain ranges for 700 miles, an
unbroken waste, to the boundary line of British America. Then, again,
from the crests at the head of Cook's Inlet and the flanks of Mount St.
Elias northward over that vast area of rugged mountain and lonely moor
to the east--nearly 800 miles--is a great expanse of country, over and
through which not much intelligent exploration has been undertaken.
A few traders and prospectors have gone up the Tennanah and over the
old-established track of the Yukon; others have passed to the shores of
Kotzebue Sound overland from the Koyukuk. Dog-sled journeys have been
made by these same people among the natives of the Kuskokvim and those
of the coast between Bristol Bay and Norton Sound. But the trader as
he travels sees nothing, remembers nothing, but his trade, and rarely
is he capable of giving any definite information beyond the single
item of his losses or his gains through the regions he may traverse.
We know, however, enough to say now, without much hesitation, that
this great extent which we call the interior is by its position barred
out from occupation and settlement by our own people, and the climatic
conditions are such that its immense area will remain undisturbed in
the possession of its savage occupants."

The fur trade, which is at present the most important Alaskan industry,
consists of two general branches, the trade in land furs and that
in the furs of marine animals. The former has not, in late years,
decreased in volume, though a decline has been noticed in the supply
of certain sections. The land furs now exported from Alaska consist
of the skins of bears, brown and black, three or four kinds of foxes,
including the very valuable silver and blue foxes, otters, martens,
beavers, minks, muskrats, lynxes, wolves and wolverines. The sea-otter
and the fur-seal supply the pelagic furs, the seal being by far the
more important of the two. Indeed, at present the fur-seal constitutes
wholly one-half of Alaska's natural wealth. The value of the seal-skins
shipped from the Territory and sold in European markets during the
twenty-three years of American occupancy down to 1890 aggregates
about $33,000,000. In the same period the value of other furs was
$16,000,000, and of all other exports only about $14,000,000. The
canned salmon product, which dates only from 1884, has amounted to
nearly $7,000,000, and the value of the cod-fish taken since 1868 has
been fully $3,000,000. The supply of fish of various kinds in Alaska is
practically inexhaustible, but the stores lavished upon the natives of
that country by bountiful nature could not be more wastefully used than
they are now. Any development in the fishing industry must necessarily
be an improvement, causing a saving in the supply. The proportion of
Alaskan fish brought into the markets of the civilized world, when
compared with the consumption of the same articles by the natives, is
so very small that it barely deserves the name of an industry of the
country. The business, however, shows a decided tendency to increase
in magnitude, and within the last few years the shipments of salted
salmon in barrels from the Kadiak-Aleutian divisions have been steadily
increasing.

Next in importance to furs and fish are to be ranked gold and silver.
The first gold mines of real importance were opened at the end of 1880,
near the present settlement of Juneau. At present there are three or
four gold producing quartz mines which ship the precious metal to the
United States, the largest of them being the Treadwell or Paris mine,
which supplies a mill with 240 stamps. There are also paying mines in
the Yukon region which have produced for some years past gold dust
to the value of from $40,000 to $90,000 a year. The total value of
the gold found in Alaska since 1867 is about $4,000,000, but probably
as large a sum has been expended in the same time in prospecting and
opening and equipping the mines. The annual output of silver is
insignificant, amounting to only about $3,000.

Coal has been discovered in various parts of the Territory, but it
is all of the lignite variety. Only one of the veins is at present
operated, and it is situated on Herendeen Bay, on the north side of
the Alaska peninsula. Other veins near Cape Lisburne are utilized by
the ships which visit that region every year, but are not otherwise
systematically worked. Large deposits of copper and of cinnabar are
known to exist, but they are far inland and not readily accessible.

Fourth in importance among the resources of Alaska must be ranked
timber. It is not at present, however, an actual source of wealth,
since its exportation is prohibited by the United States Government and
even the utilization of the forests for local use for lumber and fuel
is much restricted.

The whaling industry is conducted by New Bedford and San Francisco
firms, chiefly north of Behring Strait, but cannot properly be included
among the resources of Alaska. During the season of 1890 the product
of this industry amounted to 14,567 barrels of oil, 226,402 pounds
of whalebone, and 3,980 pounds of walrus ivory, besides considerable
quantities of beaver, bear and white fox furs.

"In this survey of the wealth and resources of Alaska the observer
is struck," says Mr. Petroff, in the census report, "with one rather
discouraging feature: that all these vast resources, the products
of land and sea, are taken out of the country without leaving any
equivalent to the inhabitants. The chief industries, such as salmon
canneries, cod fisheries, mines, and the fur trade, are carried on
with labor imported into Alaska and taken away again, thus taking out
of the country the wages earned. Every pound of subsistence for these
laborers, as well as all of the clothing they use, is carried by them
into Alaska. The shipping of Alaska, which has become of considerable
value, is also carried on wholly by non-residents of the Territory, and
this state of affairs extends even to the important tourists' travel to
the south-eastern district of Alaska. Not only the passage-money, but
the whole cost of subsistence of these tourists during their stay in
Alaska goes to the California owners of the steamship lines. To give
an idea of the magnitude of this traffic it is only necessary to state
that the number of tourists' tickets sold each season exceeds 5,000,
each ticket representing an expenditure of not less than $100, making a
total of $500,000.

"The insignificant payments for furs and labor to natives are absorbed
entirely in the purchase of small quantities of food and raiment. The
spectacle of so vast a tract of country being thus drained continually
for twenty-three years without receiving anything to speak of in
return, cannot probably be equalled in any other part of the United
States and perhaps of the world. At the same time the only prospect for
a change in these circumstances by immigration and settlement of people
who could supply the demand for labor and develop the industries as
residents of the country would appear to be still in the far-distant
future."

The fur-gathering industry still holds the foremost rank in Alaska,
and the most important of its products are the pelts of the sea-otter
and the fur-seal. It is among the Aleutian Islands that these animals
are chiefly taken. The otter is widely distributed throughout the
archipelago. But the fur-seal is taken almost exclusively upon the
Pribyloff or Fur-seal Islands, where they resort in incredible numbers.
The taking of these interesting animals is controlled by the Alaska
Commercial Company, which has enjoyed a monopoly of the lucrative trade
since Alaska came into the possession of this country. The actual
work of killing the animals and removing the skins is done by the
native Aleutians, in the Company's employ, and the operation, albeit
sanguinary, is highly picturesque.

In former times, says Mr. Ivan Petroff, the Aleutian hunters prepared
themselves for sea-otter expeditions by fasting, bathing and other
ceremonies. The sea-otter was believed to be possessed of a very
strong aversion to the female sex, and consequently the hunter was
obliged to separate himself from his wife for some time prior to his
departure, and also to prepare the garments he was to wear, or at least
to wash with his own hands such of his garments as had been made by
women. On his return from a successful hunt the superstitious Aleut of
former times would destroy the garments used during his expedition,
and before entering his hut dress himself anew from head to foot in
clothing prepared by his faithful spouse during his absence. The
hunting garments were then thrown into the sea. One old man stated,
in explanation of this proceeding, that the sea-otters would find the
clothing and come to the conclusion that their late persecutor must
be drowned, and that there was no further danger. With the spread of
the Christian religion among the sea-otter hunters most of these
superstitious ceremonies were abolished, but even at the present day
the sea-otter hunter occupies a prominent position in the community
and enjoys great social advantages. Anything he may want which is not
in the possession of his own family will be at once supplied by his
neighbors, and weeks, and even months, are spent in careful preparation
of arms, canoes and implements.

The mode of hunting the animal has not essentially changed since the
earliest times. A few privileged white men located in the district
of Ounga employ firearms, but the great body of Aleutian hunters
still retain the spear and in a few instances the bow and arrow. The
sea-otter is always hunted by parties of from four to twenty bidarkas,
each manned by two hunters. From their village the hunters proceed to
some lonely coast near the hunting-ground, either in their canoes or
by schooners and sloops belonging to the trading firms, a few women
generally accompanying the party to do the housework in the camp. In
former times, of course, this was not the case. The tents of the party
are pitched in some spot, not visible from the sea, and the hunters
patiently settle down to await the first favorable day, only a smooth
sea permitting the hunting of sea-otter with any prospect of success.
In the inhospitable climate of Alaska weeks and months sometimes
pass by before the patient hunters are enabled to try their skill. A
weatherwise individual, here yclept "astronome," generally accompanies
each party, giving due notice of the approach of favorable weather
and the exact time when it is best to set out, and few Aleuts are
bold enough to begin a hunt without the sanction of this individual.
At last the day arrives, and after a brief prayer the hunters embark
fully equipped, and in the best of spirits exchange jokes and banter
until the beach is left behind; then silence reigns, the peredovchik
or leader assumes command, and at a signal from him the bidarkas start
out in a semicircle from fifty to one hundred yards distant from each
other, each hunter anxiously scanning the surface of the water, at the
same time having an eye upon the other canoes. The sea-otter comes up
to the surface to breathe about once in every ten minutes, the smooth,
glossy head remaining visible but a few seconds each time.

As soon as the hunter spies an otter he lifts his paddle as a signal
and then points it in the direction taken by the animal, and the
scattered bidarkas at once close in a wide circle around the spot
indicated by the fortunate discoverer. If the animal comes up within
this circle the hunters simply close in, gradually beating the water
with their hands to prevent the escape of the quarry; but very often
the wary animal has changed his direction after diving, and the whole
fleet of canoes is obliged to change course frequently before the final
circle is formed. As soon as the otter comes up within spear's throw
one of the hunters exerts his skill and lodges a spear-head in the
animal, which immediately dives. An inflated bladder is attached to
the shaft, preventing the otter from diving very deep. It soon comes
up again, only to receive a number of other missiles, the intervals
between attacks becoming shorter each time, until exhaustion forces
the otter to remain on the surface and receive its death wound. The
body of the animal is then taken into one of the bidarkas and the hunt
continues if the weather is favorable. On the return of the party each
animal killed is inspected by the chief in the presence of all the
hunters and its ownership ascertained by the spear-head that caused
the mortal wound, each weapon being duly marked. The man who first
struck the otter receives from two to ten dollars from the owner. The
skins of the slain animals are at once removed, labelled and classified
according to quality by the agents of the trading firms and carefully
stored for shipment. It frequently happens that a whole day passes by
without a single sea-otter being sighted, but the Aleut hunters have
a wonderful patience and do not leave a place once selected without
killing some sea-otters, be the delay ever so long. There are instances
where hunting parties have remained on barren islands for years,
subsisting entirely on "algæ" and mussels cast from the sea. On the
principal sea-otter grounds of the present time, the Island of Sannakh
and the neighborhood of Belkovsky, the hunting parties seldom remain
over four or five months without securing sea-otters in sufficient
number to warrant their return. Single hunters have sold sea-otters
to the value of eight hundred dollars as their share of such brief
expeditions, but payment is not made until the return of the party to
their home station.

As soon as the result of a day's hunt has been ascertained, the chief
or leader reminds the hunters of their duty toward the Church, and
with their unanimous consent some skin, generally of a small animal,
is selected as a donation to the priest, all contributing to reimburse
the owner. The schools also receive donations of this kind, and the
skins thus designated are labelled accordingly and turned over to the
trading firms, who place the cash value at the disposal of the priest.
Rivalry in the business of purchasing sea-otter skins has induced the
various firms to send agents with small assortments of goods to all the
hunting-grounds, as an inducement to the members of parties to squander
some of their earnings in advance.

The method of killing the sea-otter is virtually the same in all
sections frequented by it.

The killing of fur-seals is accomplished entirely on land, and has been
reduced almost to a science of the greatest dispatch and system. The
able-bodied Aleuts now settled upon the two islands of Saint Paul and
Saint George are, by the terms of the agreement between themselves and
the lessees, the only individuals permitted to kill and skin the seals
for the annual shipment as long as they are able to perform the labor
efficiently within a given time. For this labor they are remunerated
at the rate of forty cents per animal. Life-long practice has made
them expert in using their huge clubs and sharp skinning-knives, both
implements being manufactured expressly for this use. These men are as
a class proud of their accomplishments as sealers, and too proud to
demean themselves in doing any other kind of work. For all incidental
labor, such as building, packing, loading and unloading vessels, etc.,
the lessees find it necessary to engage laborers from the Aleutian
Islands, these latter individuals being generally paid at the rate of
one dollar _per diem_.

The work connected with the killing of the annual quota of fur-seals
may be divided into two distinct features, the separation of the seals
of a certain age and size from the main body and their removal to the
killing-ground forming the preliminary movements; the final operation
consisting of another selection among the select, and killing and
skinning the same. The driving as well as the killing cannot be done
in every kind of weather, a damp, cool, cloudy day being especially
desirable for the purpose.

As it is the habit of the young male seals up to the age of four years
to lie upon the ground back of the so-called rookeries or groups of
families that line the seashore, the experienced natives manage to
crawl in between the families and the "bachelors," as they were named
by the Russians, and gradually drive them inland in divisions of from
2,000 to 3,000. It is unsafe to drive the seals more than five or six
miles during any one day, as they easily become overheated and their
skins are thereby injured. When night comes on the driving ceases,
and sentries are posted around each division, to prevent the animals
from straying during the night, occasional whistling being sufficient
to keep them together. In the morning, if the weather be favorable,
the drive is continued until the killing-ground is reached, where the
victims are allowed to rest over night under guard, and finally, as
early as possible in the morning, the sealers appear with their clubs,
when again small parties of twenty to thirty seals are separated from
their fellows, surrounded by the sealers, and the slaughter begins.
Even at this last moment another selection is made, and any animal
appearing to the eye of the experienced Aleut to be either below or
above the specified age is dismissed with a gentle tap of the club,
and allowed to go on its way to the shore, rejoicing at its narrow
escape. The men with clubs proceed from one ground to the other,
immediately followed by the men with knives, who stab each stunned
seal to the heart to insure its immediate death. These men are in turn
followed by the skinners, who with astonishing rapidity divest the
carcasses of their valuable covering, leaving, however, the head and
flippers intact. Only a few paces behind the skinners come carts drawn
by mules, into which the skins are rapidly thrown and carried away.
The wives and daughters of the sealers linger around the rear of the
death-dealing column, reaping a rich harvest of blubber which they
carry away on their heads, the luscious oil dripping down their faces
and over their garments.

The skins, yet warm from the body, are discharged into capacious
salt-houses and salted down for the time being like fish in bins. This
treatment is continued for some time, and after the application of
heavy pressure they are finally tied into bundles of two each, securely
strapped, and then shipped.




CHAPTER XVI.

GEOGRAPHICAL FEATURES.


According to the terms of the treaty between the United States and
Russia, the boundaries of Alaska are as follows:

"Commencing from the southernmost point of the island called Prince
of Wales Island, which point lies in the parallel of 54° 40´ north
latitude, and between the 131° and 133° west longitude (meridian of
Greenwich), the said line shall ascend to the north along the channel
called Portland Channel, as far as the point of the continent where it
strikes 56° north latitude; from this last mentioned point, the line of
demarcation shall follow the summit of the mountains situated parallel
to the coast as far as the point of intersection of the 141st degree
of west longitude (of the same meridian) and finally from the said
point of intersection the said meridian line of the 141st degree in its
prolongation as far as the frozen ocean.

"With reference to the line of demarcation laid down in the preceding
article it is understood:

"1st. That the island called Prince of Wales Island shall belong wholly
to Russia (now by this cession to the United States).

"2d. That whenever the summit of the mountains which extend in a
direction parallel to the coast from the 56th degree of north latitude
to the point of intersection of the 141st degree of west longitude
shall prove to be at the distance of more than ten marine leagues from
the ocean, the limit between the British possession and the line of
coast which is to belong to Russia as above mentioned (that is to say,
the limit to the possessions ceded by this convention), shall be formed
by a line parallel to the winding of the coast, and which shall never
exceed the distance of ten marine leagues therefrom."

The boundary, in 1825, when this description was made, was a
theoretical one based on the charts placed before the negotiators,
which they doubtless assumed to be a substantially correct expression
of geographical facts. The country through which the line passes was
then substantially unexplored.

Much survey work has been done in recent years, with the object of
determining more accurately the boundary between Alaska and the British
possessions in North America; but the task is not yet complete. The
general outlines of the country, however, are familiar to all, and
recent maps indicate its boundaries on all sides with substantial
accuracy. The whole territory may be roughly divided into six parts, as
follows:

1. The Arctic division, containing 125,245 square miles, and comprising
all that portion of the North American continent between the one
hundred and forty-first meridian in the east and Cape Prince of Wales,
or Behring Strait, in the west, the Arctic Ocean in the north, and
having for its southern boundary a line indicating the watershed
between the Yukon River system and the streams emptying into the Arctic
and impinging upon the coast of Behring Sea just north of Port Clarence.

2. The Yukon division, containing 176,715 square miles, and comprising
the valley of the Yukon River as far as it lies within our boundaries
and its tributaries from the north and south. This division is bounded
by the Arctic division in the north, the one hundred forty-first
meridian in the east, and Behring Sea in the west. The southern
boundary lies along a line indicating the watershed between the Yukon
and the Kuskokvim, Sushetno, and Copper Rivers, and runs from the
above-mentioned meridian in the east to the coast of Behring Sea, in
the vicinity of Hazen Bay, in the west. The island of St. Lawrence, in
Behring Sea, is included in this division.

3. The Kuskokvim division, containing 114,975 square miles, bounded
on the north by the Yukon division, and comprising the valleys of the
Kuskokvim, the Togiak, and the Nushegak Rivers, and the intervening
system of lakes. The eastern boundary of this division is a line
running along the main Alaskan range of mountains from the divide
between the Kuskokvim and Tennanah Rivers down to the low, narrow
isthmus dividing Moller Bay from Zakharof Bay, on the Alaska peninsula.
Behring Sea washes the whole west and south coasts of this division,
which also includes Nunivak Island.

4. The Aleutian division, containing 14,610 square miles, and
comprising the Alaska peninsula westward of the isthmus between Moller
and Zakharof Bays and the whole chain of islands from the Shumagin
group in the east to Attoo in the west, including also the Pribylof or
fur-seal islands.

5. The Kadiak division, containing 70,884 square miles, and comprising
the south coast of the Aliaska peninsula down to Zakharof Bay, with
the adjacent islands, the Kadiak group of islands, the islands and
coasts of Cook's Inlet, the Kenai peninsula, and Prince William Sound,
with the rivers running into them. The main Alaskan range bounds this
division in the north and west. Its eastern limit is the one hundred
and forty-first meridian, which intersects the coast-line in the
vicinity of Mount St. Elias, while the south shores of the division are
washed by that section of the North Pacific named the Gulf of Alaska.

6. The south-eastern division, containing 28,980 square miles, and
comprising the coast from Mount St. Elias in the north to Portland
Canal, in latitude 54° 40', in the south, together with the islands of
the Alexander Archipelago between Cross Sound and Cape Fox. The eastern
boundary of this division is the rather indefinite line established
by the Anglo-Russian and Russian-American treaties of 1824 and 1825
respectively, following the summits of a chain of mountains supposed to
run parallel with the coast at a distance not greater than three marine
leagues from the sea between the head of Portland Canal and Mount St.
Elias.

The Arctic division is situated almost entirely above the Arctic
circle and is known to explorers only from observations made along the
seacoast. The interior consists doubtless of frozen plains and low
ranges of hills, intersected by a few shallow and sluggish streams. The
only rivers known to emerge from this part of Alaska are the Colville,
the Kok, the Inland or Noatak, the Kooak, the Selawik and the Buckland.
There are many villages scattered along the coast and others are
reported to exist further up on all these rivers. The coast settlements
are visited every year by many vessels engaged in whaling, hunting and
trading. Their inhabitants possess great commercial genius and energy,
and carry on an extensive traffic with the natives of the Asian coast,
their common trading-ground being at Behring Strait.

The only mineral of any value that is found on this coast is coal,
of which there are several good veins at Cape Lisburne. The chief
attraction for the navigators who visit the coast are furs, oil and
walrus ivory. The whaling industry is already beginning to decline
here as it has done in every other region of the world. Many seals are
found here and polar bears are numerous. A few reindeer are found on
the coast and moose and mountain sheep are said to be numerous in the
interior. Muskrats and squirrels abound everywhere and their skins
are offered for sale in large quantities. Foxes also are plentiful,
especially the white variety, and their skins are much sought for by
the American and European markets. Aquatic birds of all kinds are found
in countless hosts. The only fish of value is the salmon.

About thirty villages are known in this region, their total population
being a little over 3,000.

The Yukon division is the largest and in many respects most important
of all. As this volume is so largely devoted to a description of the
great river and the country it traverses little need be said regarding
it here. Numerous trading posts have been established and the waters of
the river are plied by steamboats. No mineral deposits in large paying
quantities have yet been discovered, but it is believed that important
gold mines will yet be found. The river abounds in fish and the forests
which border it in game. High as the latitude is the summers are very
warm and the vegetable growths of the country are luxuriant. The
coast line of this division is particularly dreary. It is inhabited
by a hardy race of seal and walrus hunters, who occupy numerous small
villages. At Port Clarence, just south of Cape Prince of Wales, three
or four villages are clustered around a fine harbor. King's Island or
Oukivok is a small, high island, surrounded by almost perpendicular
cliffs of basalt. On it is a village composed of about forty houses,
which are simple excavations in the side of the cliffs. The inhabitants
live almost entirely by walrus and seal hunting. On the shores of
Golovin Sound small deposits of lead and silver have been found. The
most important point on the coast is St. Michael, where there are
several trading agencies. The Island of St. Lawrence belongs properly
to this division. It had originally a population of about 1,000, but
famine and disease have diminished it to one-half that number. The
people are Asiatic Esquimaux. There are in all this division of Alaska
about seventy-five known settlements, with a total population of nearly
7,000, of whom perhaps about twenty-five are white, 2,500 Athabaskan
and the rest Esquimaux.

The Kuskokvim division is, on the whole, poor in such natural products
as white men desire, and it has therefore been little visited. It
contains a few mineral deposits, however, including cinnabar, antimony
and silver. Game and fur bearing animals are not as numerous as in
other parts of Alaska, but there are many seals in the sea and river,
and minks and foxes are quite numerous. Many salmon are also found in
the river and they form a leading article of food for the natives.
There are nearly a hundred villages in this division with about 9,000
inhabitants, nearly all of them being Esquimaux.

The Aleutian division comprises the western part of the Alaska
peninsula and the long range of islands extending toward the Asiatic
coast. These islands appear to be merely a continuation of the Alaskan
range of mountains. Many of them contain volcanic peaks, some of
which are still active, and all the islands are mountainous. The soil
is altogether treeless save for some dwarf willows, but there is a
luxuriant growth of grass. On this account it was once thought that
cattle could be successfully raised here, but the long and stormy
winters made the experiment a failure. The people of these islands are
doubtless of Esquimau origin, although distinct in language and in
habits from the remainder of that race. Their twenty-five or thirty
villages are inhabited by about 2,500 people, perhaps 100 of the number
being white. Their principal industry consists in fishing and taking
seals, sea-otters and other marine animals.

The Kadiak division comprises the southern side of the Alaska
peninsula, numerous adjacent islands and the coast of the mainland
eastward to Mount St. Elias. Its inhabitants are of Esquimau stock
and resemble greatly those of the Kuskokvim division. The coast is
frequented by great numbers of walrus, which animal provides the
inhabitants with food, material for their canoes and ivory, which is
used for money and as an object of trade. Many whales are also taken
here. On the land there are numerous reindeer, brown bears and foxes,
otters and minks. The island of Kadiak has for a century and a quarter
been one of the most important portions of this division of Alaska. It
was here that some of the earliest Russian settlements were made, and
the population at the present time is considerable. There are several
villages devoted almost entirely to the building of ships and boats.

North of the Kadiak group is the great estuary known as Cook's Inlet,
which was first visited by the Russian traders a hundred years ago
and was the scene of many desperate conflicts between rival settlers
as well as between the Russians and the natives. The natives here are
almost giants in size and are strong, active and war-like. Their houses
are superior to those of the Esquimaux, being constructed above ground
of logs and bark. They are expert fishermen, and the waters in this
region abound in salmon and other fish, and the land in huge bears,
moose, mountain sheep, wolves and numerous smaller animals, while geese
and ducks and other wild birds are found by the million. Timber exists
here in great abundance, especially in the valley of the Copper River.
There are about fifty villages in the Kadiak division with a population
of 4,500.

The Southeastern division consists of the narrow strip of coast-land
from Mount St. Elias southward to Portland Canal. It is densely wooded
and exceedingly mountainous. The coast is deeply indented with bays and
sheltered by islands. The principal trees are spruce and yellow cedar.
On many of the islands of the Alexander Archipelago coal has been
discovered. Copper and gold have also been found. The fur trade is not
now nearly as valuable as in former years, although it is still large
and profitable. The waters swarm with salmon, halibut, herring and
other fish. The climate is not nearly as cold as might be expected in
this latitude, but the rainfall is very heavy, an average of 250 days
in the year being stormy. The fifty or more villages contain a total
population of nearly 8,000, including about 300 whites.

We know, says Dr. Grewgink, the eminent Russian scientist, of no more
extensive theatre of volcanic activity than the Aleutian Islands, the
Alaska peninsula, and the west coast of Cook's Inlet. Here we have
confined within the limits of a single century all the known phenomena
of this kind: the elevation of mountain chains and islands, the sinking
of extensive tracts of the earth's surface, earthquakes, eruptions
of lava, ashes and mud, the hot springs and exhalations of steam and
sulphuric gases. Not only does the geological formation of most of
the islands and a portion of the continent point to volcanic origin
or elevation, but we have definite information of volcanic activity
on twenty-five of the Aleutian Islands. On these islands forty-eight
craters have been enumerated by Veniaminof and other conscientious
observers, and in addition to these we have on the Alaska peninsula
four volcanoes, two on Cook's Inlet, one on Prince William Sound, one
on Copper River, and one in the vicinity of Sitka (Mount Edgecombe);
three other peaks situated between Edgecombe and the Copper River have
not been definitely ascertained to be volcanic. The distance from the
Wrangell volcano, in the vicinity of Copper River, to the Sitkan
Island is 1,505 nautical miles. We have every reason to believe that
the Near Islands (the westernmost of the Aleutian group) are also
extinct craters; and thus we find one continuous chain of volcanoes
from Wrangell to the Commander Islands (Behring and Copper), pointing
to the existence of a subterranean channel of lava finding its outlet
or breathing-hole through the craters of this region. The nearest
volcanoes to the south of this line are Mount Baker on the American
continent, in latitude 48° 48', and the craters of the Kurile chain of
islands on the coast of Asia. That a subterranean connection exists
between this long line of craters is indicated by the fact that
whenever volcanic activity grows slack in one section of the chain it
increases in violence at some other point, an observation which has
been confirmed by all observers.

From all information on the subject at our disposal it appears that
the craters of Mount Fairweather, Cryllon, and Edgecombe, and Mount
Calder (Prince of Wales Island), have not been active since the middle
of the last century, and as the universal law of volcanic activity
seems to place the frequency of eruptions in an inverse ratio to the
height of the volcanoes, we might reasonably expect that the season
of rest for these craters will be a prolonged one; but how terrible
and devastating must be the awakening of the sleeping furnaces when it
occurs. With regard to Mount St. Elias, we have many authentic data as
to its volcanic nature. Belcher and Wrangell consider that the black
ridges descending from the summits of the mountains, and the fact that
the glaciers on Copper River exhibit a covering of vegetation, as proof
of the volcanic character of the mountain. The first phenomena may
rest entirely upon an optic delusion, as it is not at all certain that
the black streaks consist of lava or ashes, while the appearance of
vegetation on the surface of glaciers on Copper River is very probably
due to the fall of volcanic ashes; the latter phenomenon may be traced
as easily and with far more probability to the Wrangell volcano.

One of the most impressive physical features of the whole Territory is
the stupendous glacier at Muir Inlet. This ice-field, says a recent
writer, enters the sea with a front two or three hundred feet above
the water and a mile wide. Fancy a wall of blue ice, splintered into
columns, spires and huge crystal masses, with grottoes, crevices and
recesses higher than Bunker Hill Monument and a mile in width! It is a
spectacle that is strangely beautiful in its variety of form and depth
of color, and at the same time awful in its grandeur. And not alone is
the sight awe-inspiring. The ice-mountain is almost constantly breaking
to pieces with sounds that resemble the discharge of heavy guns or
the reverberations of thunder. At times an almost deafening report is
heard, or a succession of them, like the belching of a whole park of
artillery, when no outward effect is seen. It is the breaking apart of
great masses of ice within the glacier. Then some huge berg topples
over with a roar and gigantic splash that may be heard several miles,
the waters being thrown aloft like smoke. A great pinnacle of ice is
seen bobbing about in wicked fashion, perchance turning a somersault
in the flood before it settles down to battle for life with the sun
and the elements on its seaward cruise. The waves created by all this
terrible commotion even rock the steamer and wash the shores miles
away. There is scarcely five minutes in the whole day or night without
some exhibition of this kind. There are mountains each side of the
glacier, the one upon the right, or south shore, being the highest.
High up on the bare walls are seen the scoriated and polished surfaces
produced by glacial action. The present glacier is retrograding quite
rapidly, as may be seen by many evidences of its former extent, as
well as by the concurrent testimony of earlier visitors. On either
side is a moraine half a mile in width, furrowed and slashed by old
glacial streams which have given place in turn to others higher up the
defile as the glacier recedes. These moraines are composed of earth and
coarse gravel, with occasional large boulders. On the north side the
material is more of a clayey sort, at least in part, and the stumps
of an ancient forest have been uncovered by the action of a glacial
river, or overwhelmed by the icy flood. Some scientists claim these
forests are in reality pre-glacial, and many thousands of years old.
The interior of the great moraines is yet frozen, and at the head of
one of the little ravines formed by former glacial river discharges,
a little stream still trickles forth from a diminutive ice cavern.
Notwithstanding the contiguity of the ice itself, and the generally
frigid surroundings, blue-bells and other flowers bloom on the moraine.
In the centre of the glacier, some two miles from its snout, is a rocky
island, the top of some ancient peak the great mill of ice has not yet
ground down.

It is interesting to see how the massive stream of ice conforms
itself to its shores, separating above the obstacle and reuniting
below. On approaching or departing from Muir Inlet, the voyager may
look back upon this literal sea of ice and follow its streams up to
the snowfields of the White Mountains, which form the backbone of the
peninsula between Glacier Bay and Lynn Canal. The following facts
relating to the Muir glacier, its measurement and movement, are derived
wholly from Professor Wright's notes. Roughly speaking, the Muir
glacier may be said to occupy an amphitheatre which has the dimensions
of about twenty-five miles from north to south, and thirty miles from
east to west. The opening of this amphitheatre at Muir Inlet is toward
the south south-east. It is two miles across from the shoulder of one
mountain to the other at the outlet. Into the amphitheatre pour nine
glaciers, and the sub-branches that are visible make the affluents more
than twenty in number. Four of the main branches come in from the east,
but these have already spent their force on reaching the focus of the
amphitheatre. The first tributary from the south-west also practically
loses its force before reaching the main current. The main flow is from
two branches coming from the north-west and two from the north. The
motion is here much more rapid. Observations made upon three portions
of the main glacier, respectively 300, 1,000 and 1,500 yards from the
front, showed the movement to be 135 feet at the first point, 65 at
the second and 75 at the third, per day. The summit of the lower point
was a little over 300 feet above the water, the second 400 feet and
the third considerably more, probably 500 feet. The motion rapidly
decreased on approaching the medial moraines brought down by the
branches from the east. Along a line moving parallel with that of the
greatest motion, and half a dozen miles east from it, the rate observed
at two points was about 10 feet per day. Thus we get an average daily
motion in the main channel of the ice flow, near its mouth, of about
40 feet across a section of one mile. The height of the ice above the
water in front, at the extreme point, was found to be 226 feet. Back a
few hundred feet the height is a little over 300 feet, and at a quarter
of a mile 400 feet. A quarter of a mile out in front of the glacier the
water is 85 fathoms, or 510 feet deep. Thus Professor Wright estimates
that a body of ice 735 feet deep, 5,000 feet wide and 1,200 feet long
passed out into the bay in the thirty days he was there, this movement
and discharge taking place at the rate of 149,000,000 cubic feet per
day. He says that after the fall of a large mass of ice from the
glacier into the bay, the beach near his camp two and one-half miles
distant from the glaciers, would be wrapped in foam by the waves. One
of many large masses he saw floating about projected some 60 feet out
of water, and was some 400 feet square. Estimating the general height
of the berg above the water to be 30 feet, and its total depth 250
feet, the contents of the mass would be 40,000,000 cubic feet.




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