142 DAYS IN THE OPEN 



that word " borders " does not fit. The road 

 transcends the stream; looks down upon it. At 

 one point in the journey you gaze downwards 

 some five hundred feet upon the boiling, turbu- 

 lent waters which have made a way for them- 

 selves through a crevice in the rock. The colour 

 reminds one of his boyhood when he interviewed 

 the bluing water in the family wash-tub. 



Lake Chelan, at last, and a hotel for the night, 

 as the boat does not leave for the upper end of 

 the lake until morning. It was an eventful night 

 not only because the inhabitants of the village 

 were celebrating the " glorious Fourth," but 

 chiefly from an important archaeological discovery 

 made by the writer. Many of our readers are 

 familiar with the account given in the Bible of 

 the pillow upon which Jacob spent a dream-filled 

 night. That identical pillow is in a hotel at Lake- 

 side. It must be confessed that this is a deduc- 

 tion and lacks absolute historical verification; but 

 as Jacob's pillow was of stone and the Lakeside 

 pillow is of the same material, and inasmuch as 

 we have no record of any other pillow of that 

 kind, it is a fair inference that Jacob's famous 

 head-rest has been identified. If any one questions 

 the deduction let him try the pillow. 



It is fifty-one miles from the foot of Lake 

 Chelan to its head, and with each mile as one goes 

 north the scenery grows more beautiful. The 

 mountains at the lower end of the lake rise to a 



