IN GREEN ALASKA 



geography. Subsequently this inlet was fitly named 

 Harriman Fiord, and the glacier at the head of it, 

 Harriman Glacier. 



In no very distant past, the various ice sheets, 

 united in one body, had filled the inlet to the moun- 

 tain's brim — a vast ice monster. Now, the body 

 of the monster is gone and his Hmbs he upon the 

 mountains on either side, while his tail and rump 

 are at the head of the main valley. 



Our vessel, on coming out of the inlet and turn- 

 ing almost at right angles into Port Wells, was 

 caught by the very strong ebb tide, which for a mo- 

 ment held her in its grasp. She hesitated to respond 

 to her helm, and was making direct for the face 

 of the great glacier on our port side; but presently 

 she came about, as if aware of her danger, and went 

 on her way in less agitated waters. 



This great glacier, — the Barry, — which guards 

 the entrance to Harriman Inlet, presented some 

 novel features; among others, huge archways above 

 the water-line, suggesting entrances to some walled 

 city. When masses of ice fell, I fancied I could hear 

 the reverberation in these arched caverns. 



The next day, which was thick and rainy, we 

 picked up our party at Virgin Bay, and steamed 

 back to Orca to mend our broken propeller. I won- 

 dered how it could be done, as there is no dry dock 

 there, but the problem proved an easy one. The tide 

 is so great in these waters that every shelving beach 

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