"How would you like to have an Indian go to a
graveyard and break down and carry away a monu-
ment belonging to your family?"

However, the religious relations of the parties and a
few trifling presents embedded in apologies served to
hush and mend the matter.

Some time in the afternoon the steam whistle called
us together to finish our memorable trip. There was
no trace of decay in the sky; a glorious sunset gilded
the water and cleared away the shadows of our medi-
tations among the ruins. We landed at the Wrangell
wharf at dusk, pushed our way through a group of
inquisitive Indians, across the two crooked streets,
and up to our homes in the fort. We had been away
only three days, but they were so full of novel scenes
and impressions the time seemed indefinitely long,
and our broken Chilcat excursion, far from being a
failure as it seemed to some, was one of the most
memorable of my life.

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