IN GREEN ALASKA 



here over a year, and as our ladies were the first who 

 had ever visited his camp, he took off his hat and, 

 with his hand upon his heart, made a gallant bow to 

 them in acknowledgment. He was planning to go 

 to the Paris Exposition next year, and life seemed 

 to offer him many bright outlooks. 



The next day, Monday the 26th, we spent in Port 

 Wells, the extreme northeast arm of the sound, 

 taking in water from a foaming mountain torrent 

 and again coquetting with glaciers. The weather 

 was fair, but the sea air was cold. Indeed, we were 

 in another great ice chest, — glaciers to right of us, 

 glaciers to left of us, glaciers in front of us, volleyed 

 and thundered ; the mountains were ribbed with 

 them, and the head of the bay was walled with 

 them. At one time we could see five, separated by 

 intervals of a few miles, cascading down from the 

 heights, while the chief of the flock was booming in- 

 cessantly at the head of the valley. The two large 

 glaciers at the head of the fiord were named by our 

 party Harvard and Yale ; the cascading glaciers on 

 the west side, Radcliffe, Smith, Bryn Mawr, Vassar, 

 and Wellesley; and the main glacier on the east side 

 of Port Wells, Amherst. On going ashore we had a 

 chance to view, in profile, those pouring down from 

 the heights, and the effect was novel and strange. 

 We looked along the green, tender enfoliaged side of 

 the mountain and saw one of these torrents of shat- 

 tered ice rising up fifty or more feet above its banks, 



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