In Camp at Glacier Bay 



She arrived about 2.30 p.m. with two hundred and 

 thirty tourists. What a show they made with their 

 ribbons and kodaks ! All seemed happy and enthusi- 

 astic, though it was curious to see how promptly all of 

 them ceased gazing when the dinner-bell rang, and 

 how many turned from the great thundering crystal 

 world of ice to look curiously at the Indians that came 

 alongside to sell trinkets, and how our little camp and 

 kitchen arrangements excited so many to loiter and 

 waste their precious time prying into our poor hut. 



July 8. A fine clear day. I went up the glacier to 

 observe stakes and found that a marked point near 

 the middle of the current had flowed about a hundred 

 feet in eight days. On the medial moraine one mile 

 from the front there was no measureable displace- 

 ment. I found a raven devouring a tom-cod that was 

 alive on a shallow at the mouth of the creek. It had 

 probably been wounded by a seal or eagle. 



July 10. I have been getting acquainted with the 

 main features of the glacier and its fountain mountains 

 with reference to an exploration of its main tributaries 

 and the upper part of its prairie-like trunk, a trip I 

 have long had in mind. I have been building a sled 

 and must now get fully ready to start without refer- 

 ence to the weather. Yesterday evening I saw a large 

 blue berg just as it was detached sliding down from 

 the front. Two of Professor Reid's party rowed out to 

 it as it sailed past the camp, estimating it to be two 

 hundred and forty feet in length and one hundred feet 

 high. 



