Excerpt from In the Land of the Head-HuntersFrom the wind-swept Straits of Fuca far to the North, a somber, gloomy forest meets a forbidding sea. Gnarled, twisted, and low-bent are the fir, cedar, and spruce which first breast the angry ocean winds, and worn the cliffs which throw back the ever-beating, roaring surf. Countless small islands stand sen tinel-like off those shores, forever meeting the dashing waves which cast their spray across them. Near and far, snow-capped peaks thrust their rugged, cloud-wrapt forms from the forest green to the sky. Here and there gulfs and straits break through this outer bulwark of rock and forest. From these spring innumerable waterways, - bays, fiords, and sounds, reaching north, east, south, and west, through some of which the ¿ooding, ebb ing tide sweeps with sullen, devouring roar. Almost everywhere on these in land waterways the mountain forest reaches the water's edge, and at ¿ood tide the branches touch the water.The winters are long, gloomy seasons of wild, lashing winds and ceaseless rains.Snow comes for but a Short time to give this land a coat of white.. The months of May, June, July, and August are sum mer, and afford days of such delight, with forest and snow-peak mirrored in the calm sea, that one is prone to believe the summer is for always, and that such scenes of quiet beauty cannot so soon change to violent storm.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.