Glacier Bay 



tobacco and rice and coffee, and pitched our tent near 

 his hut among tall grass. Soon after our arrival the 

 Taylor Bay sub-chief came in from the opposite di- 

 rection from ours, telling us that he came through a 

 cut-off passage not on our chart. As stated above, we 

 took pains to conciliate him and soothe his hurt feel- 

 ings. Our words and gifts, he said, had warmed his 

 sore heart and made him glad and comfortable. 



The view down the bay among the islands was, 

 I thought, the finest of this kind of scenery that I 

 had yet observed. 



The weather continued cold and rainy. Neverthe- 

 less Mr. Young and I and our crew, together with 

 one of the Hoonas, an old man who acted as guide, 

 left camp to explore one of the upper arms of the bay, 

 where we were told there was a large glacier. We 

 managed to push the canoe several miles up the 

 stream that drains the glacier to a point where the 

 swift current was divided among rocks and the banks 

 were overhung with alders and willows. I left the 

 canoe and pushed up the right bank past a magnifi- 

 cent waterfall some twelve hundred feet high, and 

 over the shoulder of a mountain, until I secured a 

 good view of the lower part of the glacier. It is prob- 

 ably a lobe of the Taylor Bay or Brady Glacier. 



On our return to camp, thoroughly drenched and 

 cold, the old chief came to visit us, apparently as wet 

 and cold as ourselves. 



I have been thinking of you all day," he said, 



and pitying you, knowing how miserable you were, 

 and as soon as I saw your canoe coming back I was 



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