72 THE OREGON NATURALIST. 
Baker is descried in a snowy range to the 
north-east. Adams is but a stones throw 
away, and our own adored Hood looms 
up, a triangle of glittering white, in the 
south-eastern sky. Portlands location is 
easily conjectured from the cloud of haze 
in the Willamette Valley. Thedlong dark 
isolation, but few white men have ever 
visited it; while the Indians are loath to 
act as guides to the haunted regions. 
One of their legends is, Many moons 
ago the members of the tribe gathered at 
Spirit Lake for their annual hunt and 
‘“‘potlach.”’ One day they pursued a 
A Bit oF GLAcieR,—Mr?. Sr. HELENS, 
line to the west is the Coast Range Sad- 
dle Mountain shows plainly, and lastly we 
make out the gap through which the 
‘*‘“Oregon”’ rolls to meet the sea. 
A trip to Spirit Lake on the north side 
of the mountain cannot fail to be of profit 
to the hunter. Owing to its complete 
band of elk along the neighboring divides. 
The chase was long and hot. About 
dusk the frenzied elk, with the Indians at 
their heels came at last to the welcome 
lake, their sole place of refuge. In an un- 
broken line they plunged into the icy 
waters, but, strange to say, they immedi- 
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