16 The Mountaineer 
our main purpose, which was to size up the country and form 
ideas as to what we would like to do another year. 
I returned with these facts firmly in mind. Never, on 
this continent or in Europe, have I seen such a magnificent, 
flawless combination of mountain, river, lake and glacial 
scenery; never have I passed between more dramatic moun- 
tain walls or seen more striking cataracts and falls than along 
Horse Thief Creek; and never, with the possible exception 
of the view from the Gorner Grat, have I witnessed a more 
glorious mountain and glacier panorama than greeted us 
from Earl Grey’s Pass or at the head of the North Fork of 
Toby Creek. 
Gleason and I can simply hope that another season will 
bring to us the opportunity to become more closely acquainted 
with those alluring summits, 
“To take again the faint and wind-swept trail, 
To see the naked mountains, shale and snow, 
To feel again the hill-wind and to know 
The spell that shall not fail.” 
A CASCADE BIRD DAY. 
ADELAIDE Lowry PouuLock. 
The lakes which repose in the bosoms of the hidden nooks 
of the Cascade Mountains are most delightful places to drop 
the cares and worries of everyday life and to seek communion 
with the things of the spirit. There, miles away from the 
clang of traffic and the insistent call of the telephone a 
“Mountaineer” with vision can appreciate the beauties with 
which Mother Nature clothes herself in the seeret places of 
her rugged mountains. One finds, in time, that the shady 
side of a red fir, isolated from its fellows, can be followed 
all day with but little wear on body or boots. If such a 
“Mountaineer” has ears that hear and eyes that see there will 
come to him many glimpses into the higher life through mes- 
sages from sky, twig, flower, or bird. 
