At the  end of the 14th article published by Max Stern in the San Francisco Daily in 1922, he gave us a song of the salmon gang: We’re a frousy, lousy crew, As headwind ever blew,           The scrapins of five continents and more; They have gathered us and shipped us, And a dirty job they slipped us,          A good two thousand miles from home ashore. To Naknek, Kvichak, Ugashik, To Togiak and Coofee Crick,            To tundra flats and mud o’ Bristol Bay, To Kagione and Igigak, … Continue reading SONG OF SALMON GANG