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like a bear, swam like a seal, and was wondrously wise and cunning. he made out a lot of virtues to show that he might actually be the most interesting member of our party.4on our trip the dog soon proved himself to be an intriguing character. he was odd, concealed, independent, kept quiet, and did many little puzzling things that piqued my curiosity. as we sailed week after week through the long intricate channels and inlets, he spent most of the dull days in sluggish ease. he sometimes appeared motionless, and as unobserving as if in deep sleep, but i discovered that somehow, he always knew what was going on.6yet none of us was able to make out what stickeen was really good for. he seemed to meet danger and hardships without anything like reason. he insisted on having his own way and never obeyed an order. a hunter could never set him on anything, or make him fetch the birds he shot. ordinary storms were pleasures to him. as for mere rain, he flourished in it like a vegetable. though he was apparently as cold as a glacier and about as impervious to fun, i tried hard to make his acquaintance. i guessed there must be something worthwhile hidden beneath so much courage, endurance, and love of wild-weather adventure. he sometimes reminded me of a small, squat, unshakable desert cactus. he never displayed a single trace of the merry, tricky, selfish fun of the terriers and collies that we all know, nor of their touching affection and devotion. like children, most small dogs beg to be loved and allowed to love, but stickeen seemed to ask only to be left alone. he was a true child of the wilderness. his strength of character lay in his eyes. they looked as old and wild as the hills. i never tired of looking into them. it was like looking into a landscape, but they were small and rather deep-set. they had no explaining lines around them to give out particulars. i was accustomed to looking into the faces of plants and animals, and i watched the little dog more keenly as an interesting study.6when we made our way through crevasses, i was severely cautious, but stickeen approached them as unhesitating as the flying clouds. he would leap the widest crevasse without so much as halting to take a look at it. stickeen seemed not to care for the crevasse or swift flashing streams into which he might fall. the little adventurer was only about two years old, yet nothing seemed novel to him, nothing daunted him. he showed neither caution nor curiosity, wonder nor fear. he bravely trotted on as if glaciers were playgrounds. his stout, muffled body seemed all one skipping muscle, and it was truly wonderful to see how swiftly and heedlessly he flashed across nerve-trying chasms six or eight feet wide. his courage was so unwavering that it seemed to be due to being blindly bold, and i kept warning him to be careful. we had been close companions on so many wilderness trips that i had formed the habit of talking to him as if he were a boy and understood every word.7i have known many dogs and could tell many stories of their wisdom and devotion, but to none do i owe so much as to stickeen. at first, he was the least promising and least known of my dog friends. he suddenly became the best known of them all.8none of stickeens friends knows what finally became of him. after my work for the season was done, i departed for california, and i never saw the dear little fellow again. replying to my anxious inquiries, his master wrote me that in the summer of 1883, he was taken by a tourist at fort wrangell on a steamer. his fate is wrapped in mystery. doubtless, by now, he has crossed the last crevasse and gone to another. but he will not be forgotten.man. john, stickeen: an adventure with a dog and a glacier. the century illustrated monthly magazine, 1897. in the public domain. adapted by educational leadership solutions, inc.based on paragraph 8, what most likely happened to stickeen?○ he fell into a crevasse○ he was lost on a steamer○ he died of an unknown cause○ he went back to his old master

Explanation:

Paragraph 8 states that Stickeen was taken by a tourist at Fort Wrangel on a steamer, and later crossed the last crevasse and went to another place, with his fate wrapped in mystery. This matches the option of being lost on a steamer.

Answer:

He was lost on a steamer.