MY CAMPING EXPERIENCE IN TOOKTOO VALLEY 171 



in the direction of the hani^ino- glacier, where there are a 

 number of ponds. In one of these I saw two long-tailed 

 ducks, but I could only secure one. The breast gives us one 

 meal, and the rest of the bird stew for another. After supper 

 we took a walk over the hills toward the glacier. The even- 

 ing was fine, the air sweet, the grass and moss soft, and stud- 

 ded with thousands of flowers. In every direction can be 

 heard either the rushing and roaring of a glacier ri\-er, or the 

 rippling and swishing of some tiny stream. The snow-bunt- 

 ings and sandpipers are hopping about and chirping merrily, 

 and the great golden ball is moving slowly along the heavens. 

 The inland ice seems to wear a continual smile, so bright does 

 its surface appear. Does it wish to assure me that all is well 

 with the ones who are traveling on its bosom, or is it only 

 mocking me? I will try to think the former. 



Sunday, July 17. A dull, foggy day. The mosquitos are 

 so thick that it is all but impossible to venture out. 



Wednesday, July 20. Yesterday at noon the sun was shin- 

 ing brightly, and there was a light southeast wind, enough to 

 keep the mosquitos quiet, so I decided to start for the cache 

 back of Tooktoo Camp, in which I wished to deposit a note 

 and some canned goods. I knew it would be a long tramp 

 around the intervening lake, but I would be amply repaid if 

 my husband were to return while I was still here, and find 

 the note, assuring him of a welcome a few miles beyond. 

 When we reached the mouth of the glacial stream which 

 discharges into the head of the bay, it was low tide, and we 



