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side by a glacial torrent dashing out from the gorge of a 
miniature box canyon. A little frequented spot it appeared to 
be. Before we left, by unanimous vote and with much en- 
thusiasm, it was named MeColl Basin, after our new Scotch 
friend who had led us to it. 
We were now on the north slope of Goat Rocks and, to 
reach the pass above, the horses would have to cross a glacier, 
so volunteers were again called for to lead them. They took 
a somewhat different route from the rest of the party and 
at noon as we lunched on an opposite hillside we saw in the 
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Photograph by Carlyle Ellis 
McCOLL’S BASIN 
distance the long thin line of animals and their leaders wind- 
ing their zig-zag course now up along the side of Tieton gla- 
cier, then back and forth on a seemingly perpendicular moun: 
tain side. Sometimes they would stop for such a long time that 
we feared the trail had proved too dangerous, but again creep- 
ing slowly on they were lost to view over the pass before the 
rest of the party were well upon the snow slope. Boots had 
fortunately been well calked the night before, for the slope 
was steep and steps had to be made carefully. In company 
formation with Leader Belt ahead, a lieutenant in front of each 
company of eight or nine and a eaptain behind to watch and 
give instructions, we moved slowly across the wide snow-field 
