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the latter would take them + not say a word further. 
The natives here as of many places along the coast asked for cartridges and especially for  whiskey and offered a good price for what they called a drop [[strikethrough]] by who [[/strikethrough]] which they would represent by holding the palm of hand up + licking it with tongue + then indicate that they desired enough to get drunk by wagging the head in a drunken manner. Among other things they offered to trade was a skin of the Arctic Hare with a red foxes tail sewed to it evidently made for a practical joke. After their articles of value are sold they always bring out a lot of worthless stuff which they persistently offer to sell apparently for the amusement of being refused and laugh when it is not taken - I secured several good photos of the natives on board but when I took one of the chief alone I had considerable trouble in getting him to remain quiet for he became extremely nervous when I covered my head in the face using cloth and it was only when I told him that it would be bad for him if he moved that he (under the greater fear) remained quiet long enough to get a photo. As soon as it was accomplished he had me change places with him + he went through the performance of covering his head + peered through at me - and after having my inverted image shown him he came out with a grin of satisfaction. 
The natives all went on home about 11a.m + soon after some Beluga came along the beach + a 2/3 grown one was killed by a rifle fell from shore - the Capt[[Muir?]] + I went on shore to see it and while there a female with a young one came along & the female was shot + killed after a short chase along shore - the young one after its mother was