Travels in Alaska 



Only a few seconds after giving this warning, I was 

 startled by a scream for help, and hurrying back, 

 found the missionary face downward, his arms out- 

 stretched, clutching little crumbling knobs on the 

 brink of a gully that plunges down a thousand feet or 

 more to a small residual glacier. I managed to get 

 below him, touched one of his feet, and tried to en- 

 courage him by saying, "I am below you. You are 

 in no danger. You can't slip past me and I will soon 

 get you out of this." 



He then told me that both of his arms were dis- 

 located. It was almost impossible to find available 

 footholds on the treacherous rock, and I was at my 

 wits' end to know how to get him rolled or dragged to 

 a place where I could get about him, find out how 

 much he was hurt, and a way back down the moun- 

 tain. After narrowly scanning the cliff and making 

 footholds, I managed to roll and lift him a few yards 

 to a place where the slope was less steep, and there I 

 attempted to set his arms. I found, however, that 

 this was impossible in such a place. I therefore tied 

 his arms to his sides with my suspenders and necktie, 

 to prevent as much as possible inflammation from 

 movement. I then left him, telling him to lie still, 

 that I would be back in a few minutes, and that he 

 was now safe from slipping. I hastily examined the 

 ground and saw no way of getting him down except 

 by the steep glacier gully. After scrambling to an 

 outstanding point that commands a view of it from 

 top to bottom, to make sure that it was not inter- 

 rupted by sheer precipices, I concluded that with 



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