PUGET SOUND 



Olympic Mountains close at hand on the right, 

 Vancouver Island on the left, and the snowy 

 peak of Mount Baker straight ahead in the 

 distance. During calm weather, or when the 

 clouds are lifting and rolling off the mountains 

 after a storm, all these views are truly magni 

 ficent. Mount Baker is one of that wonderful 

 series of old volcanoes that once flamed along 

 the summits of the Sierras and Cascades from 

 Lassen to Mount St. Elias. Its fires are sleep 

 ing now, and it is loaded with glaciers, streams 

 of ice having taken the place of streams of 

 glowing lava. Vancouver Island presents a 

 charming variety of hill and dale, open sunny 

 spaces and sweeps of dark forest rising in swell 

 beyond swell to the high land in the distance. 

 But the Olympic Mountains most of all 

 command attention, seen tellingly near and 

 clear in all their glory, rising from the water s 

 edge into the sky to a height of six or eight 

 thousand feet. They bound the strait on the 

 south side throughout its whole extent, form 

 ing a massive sustained wall, flowery and 

 bushy at the base, a zigzag of snowy peaks 

 along the top, which have ragged-edged fields 

 of ice and snow beneath them, enclosed in 

 wide amphitheaters opening to the waters of 

 the strait through spacious forest-filled valleys 

 enlivened with fine, dashing streams. These 

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