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Between half past ten and eleven in the morning, police officers showed up at the building at Prinsengracht 263. SS Hauptscharführer Karl Silberbauer was in charge. At the warehouse on the ground floor, the officers addressed employee Willem van Maaren. He referred them to the first floor, where the office staff was. There are no indications that Willem, or the other warehouse workers, knew that there were people in hiding in the building.
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The gingham dog and the calico catSide by side on the table sat;'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)Not one nor t'other had slept a wink!The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plateAppeared to know as sure as fateThere was going to be a terrible spat.(I wasn't there; I simply stateWhat was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
The sea has been very smooth, nevertheless Mr. Magee has been very sick.Now he is better. As for me I have made no sign, though I have had someheadache and heartache. We are now past the Flattery Rocks, where we wereso roughly storm-tossed last winter, and Neah Bay, where we remained thirty-sixhours. How placid it seems now--the water black and gray with reflectionsfrom the cloudy sky, fur seals popping their heads up here and there, ducksand gulls dotting the small waves, and Indian fishing-boats towards theshore, each with a small glaring red flag flying from the masthead.Behind the group of white houses nestled in the deepest bend of thebay rise rounded, ice-swept hills, with mountains beyond them foldingin and in, in beautiful braids, and all densely forested. We are so nearthe shore that with the mate's glasses I can readily make out some of thespecies of the trees. The forest is in the main scarce at all differentfrom those of the Alaskan coast. Now the Cape Lighthouse is out of sightand we are fairly into the strait. Vancouver Island is on [the] left infine clear view, with forests densely packed in every hollow and over everyhill and mountain. How beautiful it is! How deep and shadowy its cañons,how eloquently it tells the story of its sculpture during the Age of Ice!How perfectly virgin it is! Ships loaded with Nanaimo coal and Puget Soundcoal and lumber, a half-dozen of them, are about us, beating their waydown the strait, and here and there a pilot boat to represent civilization,but not one sear on the virgin shore, nor the smoke of a hut or camp.I have just been speaking with a man who has spent a good deal of timeon the island. He says that so impenetrable is the underbrush, his partycould seldom make more than two miles a day though assisted by eight Indians.Only the shores are known.Now the wind is beginning to freshen and the small waves are tippedwith white, milk-white, caps, almost the only ones we have seen sinceleaving San Francisco. The Captain and first officer have been very attentiveto us, giving us the use of their rooms and books, etc., besides answeringall our questions anent the sea and ships.We shall reach Victoria about two or three o'clock. The Californiawill not sail before tomorrow sometime, so that we shall have plenty [of]time to get the charts and odds and ends we need before leaving. Mr. Mageewill undoubtedly go on to Wrangell, but will not be likely to stop over.Ten minutes past two by your clock
We sailed smoothly through the thousand evergreen isles, and arrivedat Fort Wrangell at 4.30 A.M. on the 8th. Left Wrangell at noon of thesame day and arrived here on the 9th at 6 A.M. Spent the day in friendlygreetings and saunterings. Found Mr. Vanderbilt and his wife and Johnnieand not every way least, though last, little Annie, who is grown in statureand grace and beauty since last I kissed her.To-day Mr. Vanderbilt kindly took myself and Mr. Magee and three otherfellow passengers on an excursion on his steamer up Peril Strait, aboutfifty miles. (You can find it on one of the charts that I forgot to bring.)We returned to the California about half-past nine, completing my way thusfar.And now for my future plans. The California sails to-morrow afternoonsome time for Fort Wrangell, and I mean to return on her and from thereset out on my canoe trip. I do not expect to be detained at Wrangell, inasmuchas I saw Mr. [S. Hall] Young, who promised to have a canoe and crew ready.I mean to keep close along the mainland, exploring the deep inlets in turn,at least as far north as the Taku, then push across to Cross Sound andfollow the northern shore, examining the glaciers that crowd into the deepinlet that puts back northward from near the south extremity of the Sound,where I was last year. Thence I mean to return eastward along the southernshore of the Sound to Chatham Strait, turn southward down the west shoreof the Strait to Peril Strait, and follow this strait to Sitka, where Ishall take the California. Possibly, however, I may, should I not be pushedfor time return to Wrangell. Mr. Magee will, I think, go with me, thoughvery unwilling to do so. . . .August 11th, at noon
Instead of coming here direct from Sitka we called at Klawak on Princeof Wales Island for freight,--canned salmon, oil, furs, etc.,--which detainedus a day. We arrived here last evening at half-past ten, Klawak is a fishingand trading station located in a most charmingly beautiful bay, and whilelying there, the evening before last, we witnessed a glorious auroral displaywhich lasted more than three hours. First we noticed long white lance shapedstreamers shooting up from a dark cloud-like mass near the horizon, thena well-defined arch, the corona, almost black, with a luminous edge appeared,and from it, radiating like spokes from a hub, the streamers kept shootingwith a quick glancing motion, and remaining drawn on the dark sky, distinct,and white, as fine lines drawn on a blackboard. And when half the horizonwas adorned with these silky fibrous lances of light reaching to and convergingat the zenith, broad flapping folds and waves of the same white aurorallight came surging on from the corona with astonishing energy and quickness,the folds and waves spending themselves near the zenith like waves on asmooth sloping sand-beach. But throughout the greater portion of theircourses the motion was more like that of sheet lightning, or waves madein broad folds of muslin when rapidly shaken; then in a few minutes thosedelicate billows of light rolled up among the silken streamers, would vanish,leaving the more lasting streamers with the stars shining through them;then some of the seemingly permanent streamers would vanish also, and appearagain in vivid white, like rockets shooting with widening base, their glowingshafts reflected in the calm water of the bay among the stars.It was all so rare and so beautiful and exciting to us that we gazedand shouted like children at a show, and in the middle of it all, afterI was left alone on deck at about half-past eleven, the whole sky was suddenlyillumined by the largest meteor I ever saw. I remained on deck until aftermidnight, watching. The corona became crimson and slightly flushed thebases of the streamers, then one by one the shining pillars of the gloriousstructure were taken down, the foundation arch became irregular and brokeup, and all that was left was only a faint structureless glow along thenorthern horizon, like the beginning of the dawn of a clear frosty day.The only sounds were the occasional shouts of the Indians, and the impressiveroar of a waterfall.Mr. Young and I have just concluded a bargain with the Indians, Lotand his friend, to take us in his canoe for a month or six weeks, at therate of sixty dollars per month. Our company will be those two Indians,and Mr. Young and myself, also an Indian boy that Mr. Young is to taketo his parents at Chilkat, and possibly Colonel Crittenden as far as HolkhamBay. . . .You will notice, dear, that I have changed the plan I formerly sentyou in this, that I go on to the Chilkat for Mr. Young's sake, and farther;now that Mr. Magee is out of the trip,I shall not feel the necessity I previously felt of getting back toSitka or Wrangell in time for the nextsteamer, though it is barely possible that I shall. Do not look for me,however, as it is likely I shall have my hands full for two months. To-morrowis Sunday, so we shall not get away before Monday, the 16th. How hard itis to wait so long for a letter from you! I shall not get a word untilI return. I am trying to trust that you will be patient and happy, andhave that work done that we talked of.Every one of my old acquaintances seems cordially glad to see me. Ihave not yet seen Shakes, the Chief, though I shall ere we leave. He isnow one of the principal church members, while Kadachan has been gettingdrunk in the old style, and is likely, Mr. Young tells me, to be turnedout of the church altogether. John, our last year's interpreter, is upin the Cassiar mines. Mrs. McFarlane, Miss Dunbar, and the Youngs are alluncommonly anxious to know you, and are greatly disappointed in not seeingyou here, or at least getting a peep at your picture. \"Why could she nothave come up and stayed with us while you were about your ice business\"they ask in disappointed tone of voice.Now, my dear wife, the California will soon be sailing southward, andI must again bid you good-bye. I must go, but you, pay dear, will go withme all the way, How gladly when my work is done will I go back to thee!With love to mother and father, and hoping that God will bless and keepyou all, I am ever in heart and soul the same,John Muir
6 P.M. I have just dashed off a short \"Bulletin\" letter.The events that followed are graphically narrated in Part II of\"Travels in Alaska.\" Eight days after his arrival at Fort Wrangell, Muirand Mr. Young got started with their party, which consisted of the twoStic