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was understood, when I left Ottawa, that I would remain for the 

 summer months in Mr. Wheeler's camp as he was intending to 

 work in the mountains the whole season. Our main camp was 

 pitched on Pipestone Creek, close to Laggan, while branch camps 

 were formed wherever the working parties were surveying. After 

 the snow was fairly well melted, towards the last of June, our camp 

 was removed into the mountains north of Laggan and, while Mr. 

 Wheeler's parties were surveying and climbing the mountains, I 

 collected plants in the vicinity of the camp. I was very success- 

 ful and obtained a great many species and had a very enjoyable 

 time altogether. 



Our last camp, on the Pipestone, was above the timber line 

 and just where the glaciers commenced, so that, a few yards from 

 where our camp was pitched, I could enter the snow. Here I 

 made a very fine collection of Arctic plants and, as the view was 

 unobstructed, I could see the men climbing the mountains in the 

 distance and, at one time, I saw them, late in the afternoon, slide 

 down a mountain and below was a great precipice, but, instead of 

 sliding over the edge, a little to the right, they slid over to the 

 right,, passed it by and, in a short time, almost reached the place 

 where I was waiting for them. I asked them what they meant 

 by sliding down and they told me that they usually did that when 

 the slope was unbroken and they could stop when it pleased them. 

 They called it "glisading." 



After we finished the work on the Pipestone, we came down 

 to the camp at Laggan and packed and moved to Kicking Horse 

 Lake, where we established a camp early in August and, from 

 there, branch camps were sent out, one of which I was at, eight 

 miles up the creek that ran into Kicking Horse Lake at Hector. 

 After climbing Mount Paget and a number of other mountains 

 around Hector, I went up to the camp and from there I climbed 

 still higher and went up to Lake MacGregor, which was above the 

 timber line and a glacier at the head of the lake was throwing off 

 icebergs so, late in the summer, I saw the making of icebergs in 

 the Rocky Mountains. 



After we got through at Kicking Horse Lake, we broke camp 

 and went down to Field and, from there, up to Emerald Lake, 



