The Yosemite, Alaska, and the Yellowstone . engine at reduced speed, the steamer threaded its wayamong tiny green islands, with opening vistas beyond, down other streamsof green and snow-clad peaks. We passed many Indians, and went so closeto the shore in places that we could look far into the woods and mark the Sitka. 157 beautiful shrubs and trees which drooped over the banks. At six oclock wesaw, between a range of green mountains, the white summit of MountEdgecombe, its snowy foothills hid in great billows of silver clouds, andbeyond them the azure expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The water w
The Yosemite, Alaska, and the Yellowstone . engine at reduced speed, the steamer threaded its wayamong tiny green islands, with opening vistas beyond, down other streamsof green and snow-clad peaks. We passed many Indians, and went so closeto the shore in places that we could look far into the woods and mark the Sitka. 157 beautiful shrubs and trees which drooped over the banks. At six oclock wesaw, between a range of green mountains, the white summit of MountEdgecombe, its snowy foothills hid in great billows of silver clouds, andbeyond them the azure expanse of the Pacific Ocean. The water was abso-lutely quiet, and the steamer rode on past beautiful tufted islands to wherethe city of Sitka (Fig. Ill) clustered by the Indian River in the hollows ofthe hills, with the pale green spires of the Russian Church rising in itsmidst. In the wide circle of the beautiful harbour, three men-of-war lay atanchor, and on the broad green above the wharf was a gay and motleyassemblage of sailors, marines, and Indians. As soon as we landed we. Fig. 111. The Town of Sitka. walked through the town, stopping to examine the bright baskets and silverrings and bracelets of the squaws who lined the road. A white-washed wallmade a fine background, and our photographers were extremely anxious forpictures. Although some of the women put on airs, giggled in stranglinggutturals, and coquettishly veiled their faces with their shawls, or hid themin their hands, they were not really afraid, like the Indians of the prairies,and we succeeded in obtaining two excellent pictures. The little museumout at the Mission some two miles distant was then visited, and there wesaw curious nets made of whalebone; canoes made so that the oarsmanbuttoned himself into the centre just as he would button on a jacket; suits ofsalmon skin, and Indian, Russian, and Esquimaux relics of all kinds. Oneof the young men from the Indian Mission acted as our guide, and politelyexplained everything. The party~then accompanied
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