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tains it has pushed up will bear witness and the val- 

 ley will testify to the mighty forces we have seen in 

 action. 



At the last willow patch we made our camp, which 

 consisted in gathering some willows for fire and hob- 

 bling our unsaddled horses, as we sleep out to-night 

 with the sky for shelter. After a light lunch, com- 

 posed of tea, cold meat, and Wright's everlasting 

 bread, we went up the mountain five miles, over- 

 looking the glacier, and came to a bowl or pocket 

 in the mountains, running back two miles, with a 

 small glacier descending from the snow-capped rim 

 of the bowl. A herd of twenty caribou with a num- 

 ber of bulls were feeding on the lowest level, so we 

 looked them over with the glasses and, finding no 

 large heads, continued our hunt for sheep. Hard 

 climbing the rest of the afternoon failed to reveal a 

 single sheep, so we started back to the willow patch. 



Looking up the glacier, we could see a snow- 

 storm whirling and swirling among the peaks, while 

 the wind blew a chilly blast upon us from the icy 

 fields of the Klutlan, two hundred yards to our 

 right. At the willow patch we erected a canvas 

 windbreak with our tarpaulin, to keep off the blast 

 that drove into us across the ice fields, and then went 

 at the pleasant task of frying caribou meat, while 

 Baker undertook to make some real bread. Baker 

 really worked hard to produce edible pastry, but the 

 result was exactly as bad as Wright's product of the 



