This Was On Friday And A Fair
Wind Was Blowing, But Our Crew, Who Loved Dearly To Rest And Eat In
These Big Hospitable Houses, All Said That Monday Would Be Hyas Klosh
For The Starting-Day.
I insisted, however, on starting Saturday
morning, and succeeded in getting away from our friends at ten
o'clock.
Just as we were leaving, the chief who had entertained us
so handsomely requested a written document to show that he had not
killed us, so in case we were lost on the way home he could not be
held accountable in any way for our death.
Chapter XII
The Return to Fort Wrangell
The day of our start for Wrangell was bright and the Hoon, the north
wind, strong. We passed around the east side of the larger island
which lies near the south extremity of the point of land between the
Chilcat and the Chilcoot channels and thence held a direct course
down the east shore of the canal. At sunset we encamped in a small
bay at the head of a beautiful harbor three or four miles south of
Berner's Bay, and the next day, being Sunday, we remained in camp as
usual, though the wind was fair and it is not a sin to go home. The
Indians spent most of the day in washing, mending, eating, and
singing hymns with Mr. Young, who also gave them a Bible lesson,
while I wrote notes and sketched. Charley made a sweathouse and all
the crew got good baths.
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