IN THE ALASKA- YUKON GAMELANDS 



and crevasses, the former running from an inch 

 in width to from five to ten feet — crevasses the 

 same. Some pot holes and crevasses extend 

 down thru the ice hundreds of feet. The horses 

 used on the glacier trail are as proficient at this 

 work as are the range riding horses in the roping 

 game. They have all had their falls on the ice, 

 their slips, slides and rolls, and they know as well 

 as a man does what places are dangerous. 



While crossing a stream in the glacier this day 

 one of our horses slipped and fell, landing be- 

 tween two ice ridges in the bottom of a "draw" 

 almost on his back. By chopping away the ice 

 on each side of the crack he was able to rise. 

 While taking a short rest after this experience, 

 the beauty of the scene before us was reflected 

 again thru mention of it by Harry, who pro- 

 nounced it a real memory-jewel. On account of 

 the unusual lighting effect produced by the clear- 

 ing of the storm, I doubt if many other travelers 

 crossing this glacier will ever again be treated to 

 just such a kaleidoscopic display of colors as we 

 witnessed. Many shades each of green, blue and 

 purple appeared in each crevasse and pot-hole. 

 In the perspective, extending for miles, was seen 

 the green-white expanses of mountain and plain 

 in miniature, the sun's rays dancing on the shim- 

 mering corrugations and casting shadows inter- 

 mittently on the glass-like iridescence. 



In the background, like a sentinel guarding 

 the wave of ice, stood the bold summit (Finger 



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