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was with us, and for the first time during my trip out I felt cold 

 in my furs. Our thermometer registered 58 C., but when 

 we came out to the coast we found that the temperature had 

 been below 64 as well to the north as to the south of us. 



In the midst of " Death Valley " we met some travellers, 

 northward bound, dressed not for the trail, but for the parlour. 



OUR TEAM WINDING ITS WAY OVER A PORTAGE. 



They were freezing, their faces and hands were in an awful state, 

 and they had no idea where they were. We advised them to 

 return with us, but they wanted to carry out their purpose, and 

 mushed on against the wind and snowdrift, freezing more and 

 more. 



We came through the dreaded valley, and two miles down a 

 hillside brought us into Telephone Creek. But the wind was 

 still blowing hard, and sent us over the glare ice of the small 

 stream with a speed so great that we went faster than the dogs 

 could pull and had to unhitch them all. It was growing worse 

 and worse, and at last we stopped at a small cabin, halfway 

 down the creek. 



On January 2, at 9 P.M., we came to Counsil after a 

 day's drive of fully thirteen hours. It was still cold, but it was 

 calm, and the low temperature was consequently not felt so 

 much as on the previous day. We had some steep climbing, 



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