Went ashore at St. Michaels in the steam launch and saw a company of traders and Indians from 1500 miles up the Yukon, where they had wintered, taking up goods in the fall and trading during the winter – one trip [a] year, a stern-wheel steamer towing up the goods in large boats. They are a very interesting lot of people, Indians and whites, as all people must be who are much with nature in her solitudes, whatever their pursuits may be. What story-telling, suggesting bundles of fur-bears, wolverenes, lynxes, foxes, moose, marlin, wolves, beavers, with claws and tails spread as if in fight or flight in the far wilderness, every one telling of murder and dark tragedy enacted by stream and forest and snowy plain, and of keen pursuit on snows...