In Camp at Glacier Bay 



bounding Lynn Canal, most of them comparatively 

 small, completing their sculpture. The mountains on 

 either hand and at the head of the canal are strikingly 

 beautiful at any time of the year. The sky to-day is 

 mostly clear, with just clouds enough hovering about 

 the mountains to show them to best advantage as 

 they stretch onward in sustained grandeur like two 

 separate and distinct ranges, each mountain with its 

 glaciers and clouds and fine sculpture glowing bright 

 in smooth, graded light. Only a few of them exceed 

 five thousand feet in height; but as one naturally as- 

 sociates great height with ice-and-snow-laden moun- 

 tains and with glacial sculpture so pronounced, they 

 seem much higher. There are now two canneries 

 at the head of Lynn Canal. The Indians furnish some 

 of the salmon at ten cents each. Everybody sits up to 

 see the midnight sky. At this time of the year there 

 is no night here, though the sun drops a degree or two 

 below the horizon. One may read at twelve o'clock 

 San Francisco time. 



June 23. Early this morning we arrived in Glacier 

 Bay. We passed through crowds of bergs at the 

 mouth of the bay, though, owing to wind and tide, 

 there were but few at the front of Muir Glacier. A 

 fine, bright day, the last of a group of a week or two, 

 as shown by the dryness of the sand along the shore 

 and on the moraine rare weather hereabouts. Most 

 of the passengers went ashore and climbed the mo- 

 raine on the east side to get a view of the glacier from 

 a point a little higher than the top of the front wall. 



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