Young was a Christian missionary in Wrangel, Alaska, teaching Indians the “white man civilization” (apparently, Alaska had more than a few of such). John Muir made a couple of trips to SE Alaska (1879-80) to check out the landscape and, specifically, to look for evidence of mountain glaciers (U shaped valleys, hanging cliffs, striations, etc.) that would confirm his theories of mountain glaciation in Yosemite and the High Sierras. Young accompanied Muir on two canoe trips in the inner waterways of SE Alaska, feeling “the eager zeal…at the prospect of telling them [the Indians] for the first time the Good News.” The book gives an account of his two trips with Muir.
Young’s account of Muir is what one would expect. Muir would take off early in the morning with minimal food and gear and return late at night. On Muir’s second visit, Young’s dog, Stickeen, adopted Muir and accompanied him on Muir’s many wanderings and was, of course, the dog that Muir wrote in Stickeen. Writing of Muir, Young writes that “I sat at his feet; and at the feet of his spirit I still sit, a student, absorbed, surrendered, as this ‘priest of Nature’s inmost shrine’ unfolds to me the secrets of his ‘mountains of God.’” Muir, he goes on to write, “was a devout theist. The Fatherhood of God and the Unity of God, the immanence of God in nature and His management of all the affairs of the universe, was his constantly reiterated belief.”
Young’s observations about Indian life were also striking. One of the tribes near Skagway, he says, was “the most quarrelsome and warlike of the tribes of Alaska, and their villages were full of slaves procured by forays upon the coasts of Vancouver Island, Puget Sound, and as far south as the mouth of the Columbia River.” In another story, Young writes of an Indian chief who, after a couple of disappointing years from his salmon stream due to an advancing glacier prayed to his gods, and “sacrificed two of my slaves, members of my household, my best slaves, a strong man and his wife, to the spirit of that glacier” to get it to stop….When I [Young] exclaimed in horror at his deed of blood he was astonished; he could not understand. ‘Why, they were my slaves,’ he said, ‘and the man suggested it himself. He was glad to go to death to help his chief.’”
Pristine even now, Young gives us a vivid picture of what it was like in SE Alaska 150 years before. Young is an excellent storyteller. And he knows how to write.