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Title: Touring Alaska and the Yellowstone
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Taylor, Charles M. (Charles Maus), 1849-
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G.W. Jacobs & Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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casionally the little cabin of a solitary Indianmay be seen at the foot of the mountain, or closeby a rushing waterfall. The recluse who dwells in this solitary spot, de-pends solely upon his gun and rod for his subsist-ence. The mental history of such an one must bemost interesting. Nature is his only companion.To him she yields her cherished secrets: to him thewinds whisper a mysterious language, as he sits byhis lonely fireside; he can interpret the notes of thebirds, and he is known among all the wild creaturesthat dwell in the forests. Only to human life he isa stranger, and none may come to him and speakhis own language. As the evening hour draws near, many of thepassengers assemble on the bow of the steamer,and much pleasant conversation ensues. Weare like a large family, each one in turn con-tributing something to the entertainment of theothers. When we see in the distance a steamergliding gracefully through the water towards us,many are the speculations as to her destination,
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Is) Through the Archipelago to Wrangel 143 her company and her experience in these northernseas. It is strange to see the grass and trees growing soclosely to the waters edge, and yet displaying suchbeautiful and vivid greens: for the straits and otherpasses here are all of briny taste, coming, as theydo, from the Pacific Ocean. The air, even after rain, is not so humid as in thestates, but dry and exhilarating. How suddenly the storms come upon us! Therains are so frequent as to remind one of the storyof the traveller who asked a little Scotch girl in theValley of Glencoe if it rained there every day; andthe little maids reply: No, sir, it sometimessnows. We pass the deserted village of Metla-kahtla, once a beautiful colony and flourishing com-munity, where for twenty-seven years the mission-ary, William Duncan, had gathered together fromthe various islands a Christian village of a thousandIndians. By his individual efforts, he raised thesepeople from barbarism to self-respecting, in

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