FROM DIXON ENTRANCE TO COOK'S INLET (Historic Information)

As we steamed over the boundary line into Alaska, or Al-ak-shak (great land), as it was called by the Esquimaux, Captain Nord, of the steamship Dolphin, ordered the whistle tied down for awhile. By the way, no more careful captain nor more accommodating company than the Alaska Steamship Company ever sailed boats along this coast.

The Portland Canal and Skeena River are gorges left by great glaciers, the marks of which are still visible, and their morain and debris will be the building ground for a city. The geology, traditions and natives of Naas River are interesting subjects, but with many others must be passed by in this short narrative.

As we cross Dixon Entrance to the northeast is the famous Behms Canal, to the westward Duke, Annett, Gravinao and smaller islands by the hundred, for we are in the very middle of the Alexandrian Archipelago, the map of which looks like it had been used as a target for a double-barreled shotgun loaded with all kinds of shot and slugs. There are bays, channels and straits like spiderwebs in every direction. The islands rise up abruptly from the water five hundred to five thousand feet. It is impossible to see through, around or over them, and as easy to get lost as in a Palace of Mirrors. The Thousand Islands of the St. Lawrence are here multiplied tenfold, magnified a million times and beautified beyond description.

We are hardly over the line before we reach Revillagigedo Island, so named by Vanocuver, and here, on the narrow beach at the foot of a forest-covered mountain, flanked by Indian shacks, graves, totems and canneries, is Ketchikan.

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