Sum Dum Bay 



After narrowly scanning the various seams and 

 steps that roughened the granite, we concluded to 

 attempt a landing rather than grope our way farther 

 down the fiord through the ice. And what a time we 

 had climbing on hands and knees up the slippery 

 glacier-polished rocks to a shelf some two hundred 

 feet above the water and dragging provisions and 

 blankets after us! But it proved to be a glorious 

 place, the very best camp-ground of all the trip, — a 

 perfect garden, ripe berries nodding from a fringe of 

 bushes around its edges charmingly displayed in the 

 light of our big fire. Close alongside there was a lofty 

 mountain capped with ice, and from the blue edge of 

 that ice-cap there were sixteen silvery cascades in a 

 row, falling about four thousand feet, each one of the 

 sixteen large enough to be heard at least two miles. 



How beautiful was the firelight on the nearest lark- 

 spurs and geraniums and daisies of our garden! How 

 hearty the wave greeting on the rocks below brought 

 to us from the two glaciers 1 And how glorious a song 

 the sixteen cascades sang! 



The cascade songs made us sleep all the sounder, 

 and we were so happy as to find in the morning that 

 the berg waves had spared our canoe. We set off in 

 high spirits down the fiord and across to the right side 

 to explore a remarkably deep and narrow branch of 

 the main fiord that I had noted on the way up, and 

 that, from the magnitude of the glacial characters 

 on the two colossal rocks that guard the entrance, 

 promised a rich reward for our pains. 



After we had sailed about three miles up this side 

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