238 Musings by Camp- Fire and Wayside 



inlet, then to Port (not Fort) Wrangel, at the foot 

 of the tremendous peak of Mount Chiquinaquak, 

 then into the great island of Kadiak, stopping at 

 Kenluk; then winding through the straits of Kad- 

 iak, now called Saint Paul; then on to Afognak ; 

 thence to Marmot, the United States fishery resi- 

 dence, and thence due north to Cape Elizabeth at 

 the eastern entrance of Cook's Inlet. 



If I had not said so much about volcanoes, I 

 would say that Iliamna Peak and Redoubt Vol- 

 cano, and especially that most picturesque pile 

 farther north, formed a trinity which, as we saw 

 them, were unapproachable anywhere in the round 

 world. There was a special reason for their splen- 

 dor at that time. It was the shortest day of the 

 year. I could read ordinary print out of doors at 

 any time of night. The sun set a little west of 

 north, and his globe, as it decreased there, increased 

 a little east of north, so there was clear daylight all 

 night. The northern sky was strewn with cumu- 

 lous clouds. These, displaying more than the usual 

 beauty and variety of color, were reflected by the 

 three vast mountains. It is impossible for one who 

 did not see it even to imagine the effect. I re- 

 mained up till one o'clock marking the changes in 

 that vast kaleidoscope. 



The pile farthest north — I did not hear its name, 

 if it had any — was an enormous basin, the lowest 

 side of which is, perhaps, ten thousand feet high. 

 It opens toward the sea, and thus in plain view was 



