In Charles Sheldon's 1912 narrative "The Wilderness of the North Pacific Coast Islands" the story of hunting big game on the large coast islands of British Columbia and Alaska is graphically told by the hunter himself, who in rain, snow, hail or wind-through unbroken country, much of which was not only unknown to white men, but to the natives themselves- hunted wapiti, bears and caribou. It was the first volume to describe at all intimately and adequately the islands of the North Pacific , Vancouver, Montague, Queen Charlotte, and Admiralty islands. It tells about a country much of which had never before been traversed by white men indeed some of it had not even been trodden by the natives. Mr. Sheldon was a born hunter. Nothing was too much trouble, no difficulties and dangers too great to be overcome or braved in the business before him- that of collecting specimens for the Biological Survey in Washington. The history of his efforts-and they were very great efforts indeed-is told in such a way that it reads like a fascinating story. One is soon so absorbed in the tale that it is hard to find a stopping place. Possibly a part of the charm of the book is the unconsciousness of the author in his story-telling power

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