National Geographic : 1933 Jul
"NAKWASINA" GOES NORTH When we set out again, on our 45th day, we had a magnificent sailing breeze almost dead astern. On the forward slope of the large following seas, we rode like a surf board, making an esti mated speed of be tween ten and twelve knots. That speed was only for moments at a time, of course; but our average speed, as we tore past float ing traps at one-mile intervals, made the trapmen stare open mouthed. CHART AND COMPASS PUZZLE OLD TOM It was a making sea, however, and near Misery Island the water got uncom fortably sloppy, rag ged seas that one could not meet, for they came from sev eral directions at once, the result of a tide rip. There was danger of broaching to; so we ducked into Meyers A FAIR BREEZE HAS DIED, SO THE BOW PADDLER TAKES IN Chuck, a perfectly SAIL sheltered little harbor with a store and a settlement, deserted for mately the desired point. An expert navi the summer by the exodus of fishermen. gator would have blushed at the way I laid There we met old Tom, of the Mary T. that course, but Tom's faith was implicit. Tom asked questions while he puzzled When we unloaded at the Niblack over a chart. He, too, was heading for Islands, Tom tied up at the float for the Wrangell. Which way was it? night, while we moved into the cabin of a The upshot was that we loaded Nak- deserted fox farm. Next morning Tom wasina aboard the Mary T. and set out. invited us to go on with him. We de We would take a 25-mile lift into more clined, but Sasha was worried. comfortable waters and guide Tom that far. "After all," she said, "we have taken on In ten minutes the navigation of the a responsibility. We should see Tom safely Mary T. was in the hands of the skipper to Wrangell. No telling where he'll go by and mate of Nakwasina. Tom was amazed himself." by our ability to identify mountains, But we sent the Mary T. on without us, islands, and lakes on the chart; and still waited an hour for the tide, and then began more astonished when a crudely calculated our day's paddle. As we were entering compass course enabled us to proceed Zimovia Strait, a white launch hove up through a fog and emerge at approxi- astern.