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Identifier: outing58newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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d into atoms the mirrored reflectionof that massive distant mountain, KingScott. Far away, a monster leviathanlifted from the briny depths to breathe,spurted his jet of water, which showedlike a silver thread against the dark,mossy recesses of Button Island. Then,with a mighty dive, flung spray high inthe air and sent great, ever-wideningrings of disturbance softly spreading overthe tranquil surface. He was well wherehe was, for it was not pleasant to con-template what one lash of his powerfultail might do to our boat. By late afternoon we had passed But-ton Island and were approaching thetwist of the channel between Hoste andNavarin islands, known as Murray Nar-rows. One end of the storm had passedto south of us. We now had a fair breezeand set the small square sail. The Yahgans contented themselveswith mimicking and ridiculing the birdsand mammals about us. Now it wouldbe a pensive, indignant, big, black shagwhose importunate, disturbed dignityand lugubrious attitude they would mock
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THE EASTERN HALF OF THE FUEGIAN ARCHIPELAGO, FROM BEAGLE CHANNEL TO CAPE HORN. Dot and dash lines show Mr. Furlongs course on the Garibaldi. Dotted lines show his course with the Yahgans. and comment upon; or, with loud shoutsand waving of arms, they would scareon at an increased rate of speed an awk-ward-moving steamer duck, as, with itswings beating the water like paddles, itawkwardly propelled its scurrying flightinto one of the many inlets. My position was at the tiller, and al-ways beside me on the stern sheets lay myrifle. With the wind, an hour more ofcurrent with us, and followed by slackwater, we could get through the narrowturn in the channel, known as MurrayNarrows, that night, and make campsomewhere on the north coast of Nava-rin, well west of Mussels Bay. TheYahgans were informed of this, afterwhich they lapsed into a spell of moodysilence, then gathered nearer together inlow conversation. From the stern thwart, the murderer,James, leaned toward me, and in the ex- pressio

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