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five miles of the course, where we led the horses up 

 a ravine of sharp bowlders and came out on a 

 plateau thickly covered with a dense growth lof 

 willows. Baker had once cut a trail through the 

 willow thicket, but the trail was almost completely 

 overgrown, so we smashed our way through for two 

 miles and finally emerged on a hillside and passed 

 down into the timber, where we decided to camp. 



The muddy glacial water of Kennedy Creek 

 flowed close to the place we had selected, the horse 

 feed on a hill close by was excellent, and the timber 

 provided shelter from the winds and a plentiful 

 supply of fuel for our fires, so that the camp seemed 

 a veritable find in contrast to our various willow- 

 patch camps in the snows we had left behind. As 

 we expected to remain here several days we went 

 through the neglected performance of putting up a 

 tent, cutting firewood, and making a real fireplace to 

 do our cooking. 



Then we went to the edge of the timber to look 

 over the country. Opposite our camp the Slims 

 Glacier came out of the snow-capped range like an 

 immense icy tongue, with a considerable push 

 moraine piled up along its front and sides, while 

 across the ice fields the mighty snow wall of the 

 range shadowed lavender under the magic of the 

 setting sun. To the right of the glacier the bare 

 slopes of a low mountain were spotted white with 

 forty-two sheep feeding upward, while just above 



