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while the green lake beneath is a dim, quiet mirror, as 

 if the breath of night were still clouding it. If on the 

 little hills of England, Shakespeare could find immortal 

 imagery, what heights of splendour would he not 

 have scaled could he have seen the sunrise over Lake 

 Chelan! Or would he have been dumb, and gone 

 a-fishing? Sometimes it is not the largest prospect, nor 

 indeed the largest event, which evokes the magic 

 utterance. 



The entire upper water-shed of Lake Chelan, includ- 

 ing so much of the main Cascade Range as feeds the 

 Stehekin River, to the summit of the Divide, is a na- 

 tional forest, which means that the region is threaded 

 with rangers' trails practical for horses. The name of 

 War Creek Pass appealed to me. It was a person de- 

 luded by love who asked : " What's in a name? " There 

 is everything hi a name. Agnes Falls, which the map 

 showed me descending over a close maze of contour 

 intervals, left me quite cold for all the promised drop. 

 "David Copperfield" spoiled the name Agnes for me 

 many years ago. But War Creek Pass! That sug- 

 gested something rugged and difficult, that breathed 

 the romance of the ancient days when the Indians went 

 over the range by this route to attack their enemies 

 to the north. My feet should climb where their 

 moccasins had found the way, and I would look 

 down upon the same world they looked down upon, 

 for man as yet has made no scar on this tumbled 



