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maritime tribes of Indians. Last May (1880) I paid my first visit to the inland tribes of Indians. It was a novel experience, and much pleasanter than tossing about the open sea in a ‘dug-out,’ as canoes are called. Oh, for the com- parative luxury of my stout steam launch! My voyage up lasted a fortnight. Fourteen days breasting the rapid Kshia or Skeena River; fourteen days amid fine scenery; thrice fourteen camps beneath forest trees beside a river, in some places two miles broad, dotted with innumerable islands. Working from dawn to sunset, often soused, as sailors say, by the angry-looking rapids, we enjoyed our hard-earned rest each night. With bran- ches from the same friendly cedar that spread its arms over us, our bed was soon made. My crew were no sooner out- stretched than they sunk into deep sleep un- disturbed by each _other’s snoring. This, hke the wild rapids, that twistand twirl our canoe as if she were a nut-shell, one soon becomes accustomed to. Fresh airaided

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