The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-06-27
the United States. On its own account
It Is remarkable and It possesses historic

the United States. On its own account
1t Is remarkable, and 1t possesses historic
interest. In 1878 Captain Cook, the ia
nous English navigator, sailed up the inlet
which bears his name and entered an arm
Of the sea which promised the long hoped
for northeast passage. The hope was
vain, for Capt. Cook found that the passage
led for fifty or sixty miles between precip-
ttous mountain walls till it ended at the
moran of great glacier. He was forced
to turn again" and left that name to the
water to signalize his disappointment.
Standing on one of the points Of rock
that project from the rough coast, one
gets a perfect view Of the whelming tide.
When a contrary wind has kept the wa
ters back, their accumulated rush Is ac-
compan1ed by a sound that can be heard
for miles. The white waves Of the, bore
advance with a speed Of ten to fifteen.
miles an hour, the water rolling and.
splashing as tho over a dam, at times,
six or eight feet higher than the level
OF quiet waterSit is approaching AS the
tide fills the #cross-running channels in
the bed OF the ocean inlet. the counter
currents boil and wave In tide-rips where
there is no regular crest and trough, but
where high spouts Of water dance up
and down in bewildering confusion. The
tide-rips and the regular waves in the
wider, spaces follow the swift-running bore
as it races up the Arm. Over the bars
and sand splits the wall Of water pours
seething and beating in spray It swirls
around the jutting shoulders Of rock and
falls in myriad cataracts into the hollow
places that have been emptied by the
ebb. Puffs of wind that the sailors call
"Woollies' pounce down upon the water
In ever changing quarters from the noun
| tatns. On most days Of summer there is
a fine mist rising from the sea or light
drizzle of rain falling from the clouds. In
the winter mass Of ice cakes fills the
Arm and the rushing tide grinds and
filings them about in widest turmoil. The
flood Of water, greater than this greatest
depth that the Missouri river has known,
courses its entire way Of fifty miles or
more in about five hours. From the quiet
Of low tide to the calm Of level food
there is the snorting. plunging dash Of a
mountain OF waves stampeding like Pha-
raoh's horses overwhelmed In disaster.
Before the shock of the bore in it's place
Of greatest strength no open boat could
live, but riding behind that van Of tho
invading waters there is the Joy Of Wig
orous living in the play Of the surge and
the thrill of the boat to the impact of sea
and wind Sometimes in dreams one seems
to leap down long reaches Of stairs from
landing place to landing place thru inter-
minable spaces Something Of that ex-
hilarating feeling, robbed of its myster-
venture in rude seas the boat slips
thru smooth running currents to pound
and labor In obstreperous waves. And
above all other feeling, and lending spirit
to the contest, is the inspiration in the
great world sound Of the seattle ac-
cumulated voice Of power and strenuous
endeavor, Of grief and exultation, that the
floods Of inland rivers have gathered from
the abodes Of men to store in the ocean 8
depths.