also taking place, and they were travelling southward, not only in thousands, but in tens and even hundreds of thousands.
They saw seals everywhere in Behring Sea. They were upon the rocks, along shore, swimming in the open sea, disporting themselves upon the very crest of the waves. A mighty countless host of strange migrants. They swam without chart or compass. Many of them going more than ten thousand miles from their home in the St. Paul Islands, but when spring came again they would turn their noses unerringly northward and find the island more easily than the mariner could have done with his chart and compass.
Yes, it was a great country, this northern wilderness, with its wonderful rivers and mountains and forests, but Richard thought that old Oregon would look better to him than ever before, once he saw his native state again.
They had arrived home in time to eat Thanksgiving dinner with the rest of the
