Stikine River

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Stay with it, boys don't mind me - I am bully.' The one armed lad clinging to the snag that split the canoe, in that boil of waters, was thinking of the other men and was bully' Since then they had starved and shivered, and he must have suffered, but he never once complained. Bob and I gave them all a square meal and then sent them On in our canoe with our Indians, sitting down ourselves on the sand-spit until they could send some one to us; and I think, though the boy was an American citizen, we were proud men when we remembered that his name was Ferguson, and that therefore he probably came, as we came, of the Blood,' as Kipling puts it. But I have left my bears behind somewhat abruptly, and indeed I had to, for as soon as I reached camp I found that the ice was running.