CHAPTER XXII 

 THE "SWITZERLAND OF AMERICA" 



ON the morning succeeding the killing of the lone 

 bull of Sandy Lake, we left for the Iron Slough. 

 Our route led up Swamp River to the mouth of Long 

 Lake and up that notable sheet of water until we 

 emerged once more into Swamp River, twelve miles 

 above. It seemed that we were destined to have 

 nothing but head winds, as when we entered Long 

 Lake it was blowing directly in our teeth. 



This lake is nothing more than a widening and 

 deepening of Swamp River, flanked on both sides by 

 mountains of the first magnitude not one, or two, or 

 three, but crowded in as thick and as close as the 

 twelve miles will permit. They seem to be of every 

 form, all of them covered with snow at the peaks and 

 at least three, perhaps four, carrying the weight of 

 great glaciers. 



We camped opposite one which was the exact 

 prototype in shape of Cheops, the famous pyramid in 

 Egypt. The sides and faces of each and every one 

 were scarred and seamed with the traces of snow 

 avalanches, which had cleared the ground in their 

 paths of rocks and trees as clean as if swept with a 

 giant steel broom. 



