The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-20

roof and gossped about us loudly, evinc-
ing great displeasure at our encroachment
on the home of the wild things.
FISHERMAN'S PARADISE.
After a huge breakfast, the party sepa-
rated, two of the men going up the stream
after trout, the other two of us taking the
canoe out into the bay for large fish. bring
ing in fine string Of sea bass and what
we called cod. Trolling may be the lazy
mans fun. but when you can bring in
good string by trolling for an hour. it
seems better than walking miles and cast
and toys with your profered refreshments
oftener than he partakes.
The bass, when they are caught, make
Immediately for the kelp, where they often
succeed in hopolessly entangling the line.
and put up game fight for life. We lost
so many spoons that our ingenuity in i'm
provising them was severely taxed. After
lunching We went far up the stream Cop
per river in the canoe, padding along so
noiselessly the deer would not be disturbed
sometimes. and tying ND the boat and
walking along the bank we could see them
often. One of the men got within twenty
yards of a pretty little doe, who watched
his approach with much curiosity She
may have known that her sex was her
safeguard, as the boys let t.ie does pass
and wait for the bucks. We were disap-
pointed about getting elk up there,
though one OF our party brought in a
beauty a short time afterwards. Some
prospectors had been camping for several
weeks near the particular spot the elks
congregated for afternoon tea, so their
natural reserve Kept them in the hills until
some time after the invaders departed
Late the second afternoon we steamed
down the bay, noticing a great variety of
birds-eagles, heron, kngfishers, and all
sorts of duck in abundance. We found our
English couple in their sloop at the mine
where they stayed several days, adding two
excellent ingredients to our jolly mess"
The little lady and / went to the upper
camp on the wooden sled over compare
lively new and superlatively bumpy skid
road. 1t was an exciting ride for a tender
foot. Some of the men walked back of us
Until they were tired and one by one drop
ped out. 10" drove the four big draft
horses. and we started away with a warn
ing thump. bump, up higher and higher.
The horses pulled and sweat over their
burden of one thin man and two light wom-
en-. We had to hold on like mad the thing
tipped and jolted so. but could scarcely do
so for screening with laughter. The total
height is 100 feet, but very steep. On
reaching the camp and falling out, we
were too stiff and lame to stand at first. A
cup of tea and some cake, provided for us
at the upper cookhouse, gave us new
strength. We examined the tunnel they
were blasting. but went in only little way,
as the air is bad and the feeling of the
world on your shoulders not a comfortable
one. Poor Atlas, The situation of this
camp is ideal, in the heart of the great
forest, with view OF the bay down a
ravine and the falls of the same stream
that comes by our cabin, near. Going down
was really more dangerous than up, but
10 understood the horses and landed us
below none the worse for being shaken up
THE ABORIGINE.
A crowd of Indians camping on the
beach for several days offered some amuse-
ment until one night they folded their tents
like the Arabs. Mrs. ''wallas," the wife of
the high ''potlatch" tyee was with them;
also Nellie ugly and much painted who
has a white husband at Coal Harbor, but is
now an interesting widow: Frank and his
squaw jimmy tile former the last surviv-
ing member OF the famous tribe from
farther north. He had discarded his
blanket and short skirt that he wears In