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War, Waves, and Wanderings, a Cruise in the Lancashire Witch Francis Francis

War, Waves, and Wanderings, a Cruise in the Lancashire Witch

Francis Francis

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230364421
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62 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter xv. the sealMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter xv. the seal islands. The unusual protraction of winter had proved fatal to our chances of sport during the earlier part of our visit. Under ordinary circumstances our arrival in Alaska would have been well timed- as it was, we were at least a month too early, and during that time killed nothing but a few birds. June was now drawing to a close. Between the 10th and 15th of the following month H had promised to be again in San Francisco and join the yacht club in their annual trip to Monterey. Sufficient time just remained, therefore, to visit St. Pauls Island and complete the return voyage. It is from the Pryvloff Islands, whither we now went, that the main supply of sealskins is obtained. A few (and that few, owing to indiscriminate slaughter, annually decreasing) are found in the Magellan Straits and the vicinity of the Falkland Islands- a few are taken about the Kurile Islands- about thirty thousand are yearly captured on the Behring and Copper Islands- the rest, a hundred thousand in number, come from the Pryvloff Islands, or seventy to eighty thousand from St. Pauls, and the balance from St. Georges. We reached St. Pauls in the early morning. The island is utterly devoid of trees, destitute even of bush or scrub, and altogether as bare and dismal a spot as ever fell to the lot of man to inhabit. There are few places on the globe where summer does not exhibit some of those welcome features we are accustomed to associate with its presence. The Pryvloff Islands summer seems, however, to have struck entirely off her visiting list. They are banished from the world. Such bond of union as there may be in knowing that the same sun shines on them that shines on vol. ii. U other people, is almost denied to their inhabitants- for...