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A few hours' travellino: in the mornino: of the 14th 

 brought us to the Grrand Fork of the Eraser, where an 

 important branch from the north or north-east flows 

 by five separate mouths into the main body of the 

 Fraser, which we had been following thus far. Here 

 we pulled up, in order to search carefully for safe fords 

 by which to cross these numerous swollen streams. 

 This Grrand Fork of the Fraser is the original Tete 

 Jaune Cache, so called from being the spot chosen by 

 an Iroquois trapper, known by the sobriquet of the 

 Tete Jaune, or " Yellow Head," to hide the furs he 

 obtained on the western side. The situation is grand 

 and striking beyond description. At the bottom of a 

 narrow rocky gorge, whose sides were clothed with 

 dark pines, or, higher still, with light green 

 shrubs, the boihng, impetuous Fraser dashed along. 

 On every side the snowy heads of mighty hills 

 crowded round, whilst, immediately behind us, a giant 

 among giants, and immeasurably supreme, rose 

 Eobson's Peak. This magnificent mountain is of 

 conical form, glacier-clothed, and rugged. When we 

 first caught sight of it, a shroud of mist partially 

 enveloped the summit, but this presently rolled away, 

 and we saw its upper portion dimmed by a necklace 

 of Hght feathery clouds, beyond which its pointed 

 apex of ice, glittering in the morning sun, shot up far 

 into the blue heaven above, to a height of probably 

 10,000 or 15,000 feet. It was a glorious sight, and 

 one which the Shushwaps of The Cache assured us had 

 rarely been seen by human eyes, the summit being 

 generally hidden by clouds. After leaving the old 



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