CHAPTER XXI.

Sailing Southward.—Sitka, Capital of Alaska.—Transfer of the Territory

from Russia to America.—Site of the City.—The Old Castle.—Russian

habits.—A Haunted Chamber.—Russian Elegance and Hospitality.—The Old

Greek Church.—Rainfall at Sitka.—The Japanese Current.—Abundance of

Food.—Plenty of Vegetables.—A Fine Harbor.

From Glacier Bay our serpentine course lies southward through the

countless sounds, gulfs, and islands of various shapes and sizes to

Sitka, the New Archangel of the Russians, Sitka being the aboriginal

name of the bay on which the town is situated. This is the most

northerly commercial port on the Pacific coast, and lies at the base of

Mount Vestova on the west side of Baranoff Island. The island is

eighty-five miles long by twenty broad, situated thirteen hundred miles

north of San Francisco.

On the 18th of October, in the year 1867, three United States men-of-war

lay in the harbor, namely, the Ossipee, the Jamestown, and the Resaca.

It was a memorable occasion, for on that day the Muscovite flag was

formally hauled down and the Stars and Stripes were run up on the

flagstaff of the castle amid a salvo of guns from the ships of both

nations, thus completing the official transfer of the great Territory of

Alaska from Russian to American possession. Up to this time the

government of the country had been virtually under the control of the

rich fur company chartered by the Tzar. Any policy at variance with its

purposes was treason; immigration, except for its employees, was

rigorously discouraged; the imperial governor was actually salaried by

this great monopoly, while his public acts were subject to its approval

or otherwise. With the date above given this condition of affairs ceased

and a new régime began. Though no radical change immediately took place,

still the atmosphere of our Union gradually permeated these regions, our

flag freely floated everywhere, and our few officials assumed their

responsibilities, administering the laws of the Republic mercifully as

regarded the natives, but still with that degree of firmness which is

imperative in dealing with a half-civilized race.

One cannot but conjecture what must have been the secret thoughts of the

thousands of aborigines on this occasion, as they witnessed the ceremony

of transferring Alaska from their former to their new masters. It was an

event of immense interest, of most vital import to them, but yet one in

which they were entirely ignored. They knew the significance of that

change of flags, of that roar of artillery, emphasized by other naval

and military movements, but they had no voice whatever in the agreement

by which they were virtually bought and sold like so many head of

cattle, and their native land bartered for gold. We leave the reader to

moralize over this aspect of the matter, a fruitful theme for the

political economist. With this change of government came a new people;

the majority of the Russians promptly left the country, and their places

were taken by Americans.

Sitka, the capital of the Territory, is sheltered by a snow-crowned

mountain range on one side, and protected from the broad expanse of the

Pacific on the other by a group of many thickly wooded islands. The

waters of the harbor are as clear as a mountain stream, so that, as in

sailing over the Bahama Banks, one can see the bottom many fathoms down

with perfect distinctness, where the myriad curiosities of submarine

life attract the eye by their novel and varied display. Among other

tropical growth, sponges, coral branches, and long rope-like algæ are

seen, planted here doubtless by the equatorial current which so

constantly laves these shores. The town lies clustered near the shore,

forming a pleasing picture as one approaches from the sea. The most

prominent feature is the castle, not a battlemented, ivy-covered,

mediæval structure, but a severely plain, weather-beaten, moss-grown,

dilapidated affair, which crowns a rocky elevation of the town. It is a

hundred and forty feet long by seventy deep, constructed of huge cedar

logs which are securely riveted to the rock by numerous clamps and

bolts. This was for many years the grand residence of the Russian

governors,—after the capital was removed from St. Paul, on the island of

Kodiak,—several of whom were of the Muscovite nobility and brought

hither their wives and daughters to live with them in this isolated

spot. One can hardly conceive of a greater social contrast than

naturally existed between St. Petersburg and this half savage hamlet of

Baranoff Island. For delicate and refined ladies, such a change from

court life must have been little less of a hardship than actual

banishment to dreaded Siberia.

It is not surprising that resort was had to rather desperate means

whereby to beguile the weary hours. Many fell victims to gambling and

strong drink. The Russians, under nearly any circumstances, fail to be

good examples of temperance, and here cognac and vodhka flowed free as

water. To some of their official feasts and celebrations the native

chiefs were invited, and terribly demoralized by the potency of the

viands to which they were totally unaccustomed. Nor can it be wondered

at that, being occasionally supplied with this fire-water, the natives

now and again broke out in open revolt, which ended more or less

seriously both to the Russians and themselves. It will be remembered

that once during the early times the natives rose in a body and

massacred or drove every foreigner off the island, an act of savage

patriotism which cost them dearly.

Every “castle” must have at least one haunted chamber, and we are told

that this of Sitka was no exception to the general rule. The story

concerning the same is variously told by different persons, but we will

give only the version we heard. It seems that half a century and more

since, the Russian governor’s family included a beautiful and

accomplished daughter named Eruzoff, who was, at the time the event

occurred which we are about to relate, but twenty years of age. There

were on her father’s official staff two young noblemen of St.

Petersburg, Nicholas and Michael Burdoff, about twenty-five years of age

respectively. They were cousins, and had been ardent and intimate

friends from childhood. Both of the cousins fell deeply in love with the

governor’s daughter, who, in her delicacy, showed no preference between

them. The young men grew desperate in their feelings. Never before had

they disagreed about the simplest matter; it was their delight to yield

to each other; but now their love for the beautiful Eruzoff made them

open rivals. One day they went into the neighboring forest together, as

they said, to hunt, and were absent for two days. On the evening of the

second day Michael returned unaccompanied by his cousin, whom he said he

had lost in the forest. He retired at once to his own room in the

castle, where he was found dead in bed on the following morning, without

a wound or any sign to explain the cause, though the post surgeon

pronounced it to be a case of heart disease. A few days afterwards, by

means of his favorite dog, the body of Nicholas was discovered in the

forest with a bullet through his brain. The actual truth regarding the

death of the cousins cannot be known on earth, but the chamber where

Michael Burdoff breathed his last is said to be often disturbed by a

ghostly visitor at midnight. Eruzoff was forced by her father to marry

an official of his choice, though she was broken-hearted at the loss of

Michael Burdoff, who proved to have been the one whom she loved best.

She died in her bridal year.

Interesting stories are told of the grand hospitality—characteristic of

the Russians—which was so liberally dispensed within this castle, in

entertaining celebrated voyagers of various countries, and especially

those of the United States. It has always been the policy of the Tzars

to cultivate kindly feelings with our government, and Russia is still

our constant friend. The upper part of the old castle was arranged for

theatrical representations, while in the other apartments the nights

were rendered merry with cards, dancing, and music. Rich furniture,

valuable paintings, and costly plate had been brought all the way from

Russia to equip this grand household among a savage race. The toilets of

the ladies were perhaps a twelvemonth behind those of St. Petersburg,

but their diamonds and laces were never out of fashion. Elegant

chandeliers were left by these former masters of the castle, which show

what the rest of the furniture must have been to have harmonized with

such gorgeous ornaments. The visitor is shown the apartment occupied by

the venerable Lady Franklin at eighty years of age, who came hither in

search for her lost husband, the Arctic explorer.

The quaint old Greek Church with the sharp peak of Vestova as a

background is a prominent and interesting edifice. Its emerald-green

dome and Byzantine spire, after the home fashion of the Russians,

together with its elaborately embellished interior and its ancient chime

of bells, strongly individualize the structure. Some pictures of more

than ordinary merit are to be seen within its walls. One representing

the Madonna and Child is pronounced to be very valuable. It is kept in

perfect condition by the government of St. Petersburg, which is the sole

owner of all the churches of the empire, at home and abroad. The Tzar

expends more money for church and missionary purposes in Alaska to-day

than all the Christian sects of our country combined. For the three

churches in Sitka, Kodiak, and Unalaska the sum of fifty thousand

dollars annually is set aside and appropriated. Nevertheless, we believe

the Training School at Sitka exercises a much higher civilizing

influence, where the simplest Christian principles are taught, combined

with common school studies, and where instruction is given in the daily

industries of life. All concede that education and general intelligence

are the mainsprings of our system of government, and that the perpetuity

of its institutions depends thereon. In view of these indisputable facts

let our rulers at Washington bestow liberally from out the plethoric

national treasury for educational purposes in Alaska.

Most of the houses of Sitka are heavy log dwellings, some of which are

clapboarded outside and smoothly finished within. In the winter season

about a thousand Indians live here, the white population being composed

of the usual government officials and agents, with a few storekeepers

engaged in the fur traffic and general trade with the aborigines. Four

or five hundred miners and prospectors gather here also in the winter,

when it becomes too cold to prosecute their calling far inland, where

the thermometer often falls to 20° below zero. Even this occasional

extreme could be easily endured, and the work be little retarded, were

suitable quarters provided. In midwinter daylight continues at Sitka for

only six hours in the twenty-four, though by the first of June there is

virtually no night at all; the stars take a vacation, while the evening

and the morning twilight merge into day.

The author had thought, heretofore, that the rainfall at Bergen, on the

coast of Norway, exceeded that of any other spot he had visited, but

here at Sitka “the rain, it raineth every day.” We have seen it rain

harder in the tropics, but not often. The brief downpour, however, is so

quickly followed by a flood of delicious sunshine that the contrast is a

charming revelation. Still another effect is observable that, as rainy

as it is, at certain seasons the atmosphere is still peculiarly dry. The

writer was told that clothes would quickly dry under a shed during the

heaviest rains. The fair weather is most likely to occur during the

excursion season, so that the stranger is not apt to meet much annoyance

in this respect while at the capital. The annual rainfall is recorded as

being ninety inches upon this island, a degree of humidity which is

attributed to the heated waters of the equatorial regions, which warm

the whole coast-line of southern Alaska, insuring the mild winters it

enjoys.

Scientists tell us that the effect of this warm current is equivalent to

twenty degrees of latitude, that is to say, the same products which are

found in latitude 40° north on the Atlantic coast thrive in this region

at 60° north, which is a little higher than the latitude of Sitka. This

beneficent stream, arising off the coast of southern California, crosses

the Pacific south of the Sandwich Islands, and on the coast of Asia

turns northward in a grand sweep, striking the shores of America, and

returning finally to its starting-point. “It is this,” says H. H.

Bancroft, in his “History of the Pacific States,” “that clothes

temperate isles in tropical verdure, makes the silkworm flourish far

north of its rightful home, and sends joy to the heart of the

hyperborean, even to him upon the Strait of Behring, and almost to the

Arctic Sea.”

The abundant moisture causes all vegetation to grow most luxuriantly.

“The enemies of this region, some of whom,” said an official to us,

“have been paid for sinister purposes to write it down, declare that it

cannot be made to support a population, as vegetables will not grow

here, but vegetables have been successfully grown all about us for more

than fifty years.” There are a plenty of domestic cattle at Sitka, where

we partook of as sweet and rich milk as can be produced on our choice

dairy farms at the East. The southern portions of the Territory, both

the islands and the mainland, are better adapted to support a civilized

white population than are the larger portions of Norway and Sweden. It

may be doubted if there is anything finer in color than the June

greenery of Sitka. Our first day at this unique capital had been varied

by alternate rain and sunshine, but the closing hours of the day were

clear and beautiful, emphasized by such a grand and brilliant sunset as

is rarely excelled, the afterglow and mellow twilight lasting until

nearly midnight, causing the turban of snow upon the head of Mount

Edgecombe to look like Etruscan gold.

John G. Brady, United States commissioner at Sitka, writes from there as

follows: “Though Alaska is no agricultural country, yet there is plenty

of land for growing vegetables for a vast population which can be easily

cleared and cultivated. The food of this coast is assured unless the

Pacific current changes and rain ceases. Perhaps there is not another

spot on the globe where the same number of people do so little manual

labor and are so well fed as in Sitka.” The capacity of the island to

produce a large variety of garden vegetables, and of good quality, is

abundantly demonstrated by a resident who gains a successful livelihood

through the use of these products grown on his own land.

The bay is very lovely and naturally recalls that of Naples, with its

neighboring Vestova and its beautiful islands. Though Mount Edgecombe

with its great truncated cone, situated fifteen miles away upon Kruzoff

Island, is not now in active condition, a century ago, more or less, it

poured forth lava, fire, and smoke enough to rival the Italian volcano

which buried Pompeii in its fatal débris nearly two thousand years ago.

We were told that smoke and sulphurous vapor occasionally issue from the

old crater of Edgecombe, but saw no distinct evidence of the fact. As we

looked at the sleeping giant we wondered if it will one day awake in its

Plutonic power. The bay is said to contain over one hundred islands,

which are mostly covered with a noble growth of trees, rendered

picturesque and lovely by green sloping banks and shores fringed with

golden-russet sea-weed, bearing long, banana-like leaves. Many of these

islands are occupied, some by whites, some by Indians. Japan Island,

so-called, is the largest in the bay, and is situated just opposite the

town. It was once improved by the Russians as an observatory, and now

contains some fine gardens cultivated both by whites and natives, from

whence the citizens obtain their supply of fresh vegetables. Baranoff

Island itself is mountainous and thickly wooded, though there are large

arable spots distributed here and there near to Sitka, dotted with wild

flowers in white and gold,—Flora’s favorite colors in this latitude.

Never, save in equatorial regions, has the author seen vegetation more

luxuriant than it is in its native condition in these islands of

southern Alaska.

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