Sum Dum Bay 



verging from right and left from a fountain set far in 

 the silent fastnesses of the mountains. 



"There is your lost friend," said the Indians laugh- 

 ing; "he says, *Sagh-a-ya'" (how do you do)? And 

 while berg after berg was being born with thundering 

 uproar, Tyeen said, "Your friend has klosh tumtum 

 (good heart). Hear! Like the other big-hearted one 

 he is firing his guns in your honor." 



I stayed only long enough to make an outline 

 sketch, and then urged the Indians to hasten back 

 some six miles to the mouth of a side canon I had 

 noted on the way up as a place where we might camp 

 in case we should not find a better. After dark we had 

 to move with great caution through the ice. One of 

 the Indians was stationed in the bow with a pole to 

 push aside the smaller fragments and look out for the 

 most promising openings, through which he guided 

 us, shouting, "Friday! Tucktayl" (shoreward, sea- 

 ward) about ten times a minute. We reached this 

 landing-place after ten o'clock, guided in the darkness 

 by the roar of a glacier torrent. The ground was all 

 boulders and it was hard to find a place among them, 

 however small, to lie on. The Indians anchored the 

 canoe well out from the shore and passed the night 

 in it to guard against berg-waves and drifting waves, 

 after assisting me to set my tent in some sort of way 

 among the stones well back beyond the reach of the 

 tide. I asked them as they were returning to the 

 canoe if they were not going to eat something. They 

 answered promptly : — 



"We will sleep now, if your ice friend will let us. 



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