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cent in the creek. When far up on the mountain, on a ledge of 

 rocks, we heard a loud whistle and, as we thought it was a man, 

 my son answered and, in a few moments, we heard the whistle 

 again, quite close to us and, on looking around, we saw our first 

 marmot sitting on the rocks and then we knew we had 

 seen the whistler. We came across a mountain garden up 

 there and I soon filled my plant press and we returned the way 

 we came. 



Another day, we went up opposite Rogers' Pass and climbed 

 to the north towards what is now called the Swiss Glacier and, 

 after ascending almost to the glacier, I got tired of carrying my 

 parcel and laid it down with the intention of taking it up when 

 we came back to that point. By good luck, I read my aneroid 

 and wrote down the reading. We climbed on and, shortly after, 

 reached the glacier and, seeing a cave some distance up the face, 

 we went into it and, as the light shone upon it, the appearance 

 was very brilliant. I asked my son what the ice looked like and 

 his prompt answer was the best one I ever heard in connection 

 with glacier ice. He said: "Father, it just looks like 

 rock candy." 



At this stage of the proceedings, a heavy cloud settled down 

 on the mountain and rain and cloud surrounded us so that, when 

 we reached the point at which we left my parcel, we could not see 

 more than a few yards. After some thought, I told my son to 

 stand where he was and I took the aneroid and looked at the 

 reading and saw that we were on the line where the parcel ought 

 to be, so I looked to the right and failed to find it, and came back 

 to him and went to the left and, in a few moments, I had my 

 parcel and the plants. The rain and cloud now obscured the 

 landscape and we could find no object to which to steer, 

 so we bore a little to the left, where we knew there was 

 a creek, and followed it down and came out at the base of 

 Mount Tupper. 



Our next attempt was to go up to the foot of the Great Gla- 

 cier from the railway, but it was beyond our powers and we had 

 to give it up. On our last day at the camp, we went down with the 

 chief bridge builder on the train carrying timbers for the Loop 



