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Title: Trails and tramps in Alaska and Newfoundland
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Thomas, William S., 1858- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Hunting Birds
Publisher: New York, London, G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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h was a young man about oneand twenty. As the time drew near for ourdeparture, around him gathered four or fiveyoung ladies, who to all appearances were insore distress. An only brother, perhaps, wasabout to leave home and friends to seek hisfortune in the Land of the Midnight Sun.The old father, grizzled and gray, stood bywith dejected countenance and folded hands,the very picture of despair. Presently oneof the girls—the boys sweetheart, as I after-wards learned,—unable longer to stand thestrain, threw her arms about her lover andwept bitterly. What expressions of sadnessupon the faces of those left behind as thelamplight casts its pallid rays over them!And now one staggers and falls into the armsof a friend. Then what a look of grief uponthe face of the young man peering over theships rail! Such is the pathos of life atevery turn, could we but see it. On board the steamer was the Hon. WalterL. Fisher, Secretary of the Interior, and hisparty, consisting of his son Walter, Alfred
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a at •a u to 4 Hunting in Southeastern Alaska H. Brooks, of the Geological Surveys Com-mittee, Governor W. E. Clark of Alaska, andreporters of various newspapers. Their mis-sion was to investigate the condition and wantsof the people of Alaska. The genial andpleasant old sea-dog. Captain Michael Jansen,was at the helm as the steamer wedged herway towards the north. For some two hundred miles we skirtedthe eastern shore of Vancouver Island, linedto the waters edge with hemlock, spruce, andcedar, through which occasionally bluish-white streaks of water came tumbling downthe mountain-side, each adding its ownparticular charm to the scenery. The Eng-lish Government has erected along the coastmany lighthouses for the protection of navi-gation, but after we passed through DixonsEntrance into Uncle Sams domain, very fewof these were to be seen. Oru Governmentseems to have given too little attention tothis matter. The first stop on the way north wasKetchikan, a little village nestled snugly

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