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getting wet in spite of long rain coats, 

 as we had to tie or hold our horses each 

 time for fear they would escape and go 

 back to camp to join the other animals. 

 Nothing is more trying to Indian ponies 

 than separation from their associates, 

 especially after they have been long to- 

 gether. About one mile from the lake 

 we came to a meadow and forded the 

 river which comes from the pass. This 



dermine further, continuing the process,, 

 so that there were several acres of fallen 

 timber in the stream bed. The trail 

 itself had been washed out and ended in 

 a place where, from the depth and swift- 

 ness of the current, it was impossible to 

 touch bottom with poles. We had to- 

 find another place, and at length came 

 out on an open gravel wash and easier 

 travel. The pass is here most imposing. 



Photo by Wilcox 



Named by Mr. Wilcox ' ' Lawson Lake ' ' 



was the first time we had seen the Kana- 

 naskis before it enters the lake, and we 

 were surprised at the considerable vol- 

 ume of water. It is muddy and of that 

 peculiar color we had seen in the Palliser. 

 The valley soon became narrow and 

 wild, with a rough trail ascending a 

 wooded ridge. Here the stream banks 

 have been undermined and the trees 

 thrown into the water. This made a 

 partial dam and forced the river to un- 



We were surrounded by very steep and 

 craggy mountains, their tops covered by 

 clouds, while the green forests below were 

 partl3' concealed by clinging mists rising 

 from the saturated ground. The swift 

 rush of the river and the occasional rum- 

 ble of thunder, echoing among the cliffs, 

 added to the impressive grandeur of our 

 surroundings. 



The trail turned at length to our right 

 or to the north. This development took 



