July 15. Rainy and cold; cleared at 7 in the evening. Left the head of Kotzebue Sound this morning at seven-thirty for Cape Blossom where the natives assemble from near and far to trade, but only one poor family was left. We went ashore and found them engaged in fishing for salmon with a net which was pushed out from the shore by a long pole sixty feet in length, made of three tied together. The other Indians had gone 15 or 20 miles up the coast to a point near Cape Krusenstern. Their tents were to be seen, looking like Oakland across the bay from S.F., so numerous they seemed. A small schooner, the Fowler, was at anchor there trading. Soon half a dozen canoes came alongside of us, and offered to trade, but asked big prices. The Ca...