In Camp at Glacier Bay 



At Port Townsend I met Mr. Loomis, who had 

 agreed to go with me as far as the Muir Glacier. We 

 sailed from here on the steamer Queen. We touched 

 again at Victoria, and I took a short walk into the 

 adjacent woods and gardens and found the flowery 

 vegetation in its glory, especially the large wild rose 

 for which the region is famous, and the spiraea and 

 English honeysuckle of the gardens. 



June i8. We sailed from Victoria on the Queen 

 at 10.30 A.M. The weather all the way to Fort 

 Wrangell was cloudy and rainy, but the scenery is 

 delightful even in the dullest weather. The marvelous 

 wealth of forests, islands, and waterfalls, the cloud- 

 wreathed heights, the many avalanche slopes and 

 slips, the pearl-gray tones of the sky, the browns of 

 the woods, their purple flower edges and mist fringes, 

 the endless combinations of water and land and ever- 

 shifting clouds — none of these greatly interest the 

 tourists. I noticed one of the small whales that fre- 

 quent these channels and mentioned the fact, then 

 called attention to a charming group of islands, but 

 they turned their eyes from the islands, saying, "Yes, 

 yes, they are very fine, but where did you see the 

 whale.?" 



The timber is larger and apparently better every 

 way as you go north from Victoria, that is on the 

 islands, perhaps on account of fires from less rain to 

 the southward. All the islands have been overswept 

 by the ice-sheet and are but little changed as yet, save 

 a few of the highest summits which have been sculp- 



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