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it swept past driven by the fury of the gale. 

 We only saw the storm, it was not felt. What 

 few trees were in sight bent themselves in 

 lowly manner nearly to the ground, but many, 

 unable to withstand the storm pressure, 

 snapped and fell to earth like broken reeds. 



Where were the birds and the wild animals 

 in all of this confusion of sound and whirl of 

 snow? They had "taken time by the fore- 

 lock" and were safely housed behind friendly 

 shelters. Although we spent a full hour in 

 our niche in the rock, not a living thing was 

 to be seen. Oh, what an hour that was! In- 

 deed, it was one that I shall never forget. It 

 was with deep regret that I followed the Chief 

 down to the bottom of the canyon once more, 

 but the night was becoming most unnaturally 

 dark and very cold, and "discretion being the 

 better part of valor" we walked and slid, ran 

 and jumped from drift to drift, until our tent 

 was reached. Thus ended our experience 

 with the great snow storm of the Yukon. 



During the following night, the storm 

 abated and a warm wind sprang up. In the 

 morning the snow commenced to melt in the 

 valleys and melted faster than one could 

 imagine. 



September first had arrived. Now we 



