Outing . prettily. Apath led away to asmokehouse a stonesthrow from the dwel-ling, and this smoke-house was made of alarge hollow log seton end with a roofput on the top anda door at theside. The woman of thehouse said the familyhad come from Chi-cago. We didntthink to live in a placelike this, she ex-plained, and whenthe children wouldlook from the carwindows as we werecoming and see lit-tle log cabins ofthis sort they wouldcry out, Whatsthat — a chickencoop?I was late in returning to the town. Thesun had set and the frogs were croaking inlively chorus in the village puddles. Someof the young
Outing . prettily. Apath led away to asmokehouse a stonesthrow from the dwel-ling, and this smoke-house was made of alarge hollow log seton end with a roofput on the top anda door at theside. The woman of thehouse said the familyhad come from Chi-cago. We didntthink to live in a placelike this, she ex-plained, and whenthe children wouldlook from the carwindows as we werecoming and see lit-tle log cabins ofthis sort they wouldcry out, Whatsthat — a chickencoop?I was late in returning to the town. Thesun had set and the frogs were croaking inlively chorus in the village puddles. Someof the young men were out in the grass ofthe broad main street pitching horseshoequoits. I could hear the call of childrenat play on the byways; there was a softtinkle of cowbells, and the clack of foot-steps on the wooden walks. Low in thewest hung the slender golden cimeter offhe new moon, and in the east, above thedark nearer ranges, rose a lonely mountainpeak, pure and white, and beautifulagainst the dusky The Eastern Aleutian Islands. ON THE CHASE FOR VOLCANOES I—THROUGH THE FIRES OF THE WORLDS YOUNGEST ISLAND BY ROBERT DUNN PHOTOGRAPHS AND MAPS BY THE AUTHOR IT WAS July 27th, but the mercurystood at 460, for we drifted in Ed Lee sat on the cabin trunkstitching a new foresail, for our old one waspatched with flour sacks. Elia, nativeAleut and crew complete, held the tillerand bit his blackened teeth into a bonepipestem. 1 never saw so slavish a smoker,an aborigine so straight-mouthed andsinewy, with a face so flat and oval. Henever smiled. The Captain talked of hiskid in the Unalaska Mission school, whomhe loved assuredly (loved his native wife,too, though hecalled her the old woman).His lined Norse face, blue eyes very closetogether, cheek bones too high and grizzledhair, all blended into that querulous andpathetic look of men who have struggledfor existence very long against the sub-arctic sea. Glass is falling,, he growled. If sheblows bad, well put back
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