Rod and Gun . f la tribu.à travers le fisii au séchage des poteaux, chefs des joungsters recueillies sur le plage, se trouve le vaste Pacifique. Dernière journée de travail le long de ces rives wondrouswestern m'ont donné une pictureof la fourrure, une photo de près. rangetoo Elle a été prise à l'extrême d'extendingpoint whereseals la péninsule Olympique et les requins et les baleines puissions folâtrer. Theyoung phoque dans l'autre illustra-tion est du moins d'espèces précieuses, theHair joint. Ce n'est qu'un bébé, à propos rarement qu'on entend parler de la wreckof complète l'un de ces métiers d'ardent-bien que le tales de stress et de tempête en t

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Rod and gun . f the tribe.Out through the fisii drying poles, overthe heads of the joungsters gathered onthe beach, lies the wide Pacific. Past days work along these wondrouswestern shores have given me a pictureof the fur seal, a picture at close rangetoo. It was taken on the far extendingpoint of the Olympic peninsula whereseals and sharks and whales disport. Theyoung spotted seal in the other illustra-tion is of the less valuable species, theHair Seal. This is just a baby, about rarely that we hear of the complete wreckof one of these staunch craft—althoughthe tales of stress and storm in their con-nection read like fiction. As we watched our crew paddlingshorewards on the day of our departure, I turned and asked a young Indian on thesteamer why the old white man who hiredcrews was aboard our steamer and re-turning to the cities, without getting hismen. The lad replied; .All our mendead. In conversation with the disap-pointed owner of the tied up sealer Ifound out the lad was right. All the men. Off to Behring Se.^. four months old, sunbasking on the lowtide rocks. There is yet another way to hunt seals.To seek them near the breeding groundsin the far north—in the wide Behring Sea.We oflfer you a picture of a sealingschooner with her crew and their canoesaboard, just leaving the west coast ofVancouver Island for the far north. Sheis a strongly built craft just about thesize of a first class yacht on our GreatLakes. Although dozens of these ves-sels make trips that take months it is of the tribe had gone away on the seal-ing schooner, never more to return tothe village on the inlet by the straits ofJuan de Fuca. As the lad had made the preliminaryarrangements I sent him with the fivedollar bill to pay the Indians after ourreturn. When he came back his happyface was literally divided by a grin. Say, he burst out, I gave the fivedollars to Shon-ta. He owed the olddog fish catcher for some oil so he hand-ed it to him. The old man had to pay a YOU CANT GO FISHING O

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