OH, SHOOT! 



ing, although I dare say we greatly exag- 

 gerated the risk, and sufficiently intense to be 

 remembered. I preserve no keener recollec- 

 tion than the nickel-plated memory of that 

 quarter hour. It was worth the whole trip. 



We sailed around the lower bend, waved our 

 hats at the men on shore, who shouted a fare- 

 well, then we scudded into the gorge below. In 

 five hours we were back at the railroad whence 

 it had taken us five days to come. Then a 

 flat car to town, a bath, a barber, and strange, 

 clean clothes with creases in them, and finally a 

 steamship, a cordial invitation to come back 

 the next season, and a hasty farewell. 



Mr. Heney's railroad has been completed 

 long ere this, and some day, alas! there 

 will be a hotel on our camping ground, with 

 Swiss guides, French menus, and Klondike 

 prices ; but man is powerless to desecrate that 

 noble spectacle. To him who is jaded or 

 fagged I can suggest no surer tonic than a pil- 

 grimage thither. However world-weary or 

 wonder-sated he may be, I promise him a new 

 thrill, a strange sensation, a cleaner mind and 

 body, and an abiding wonder at the works of 

 God. 



