Exploration in the Canadian Rockies 195; 



Photo by Wilcox 



Storm on Kananaskis Lake 



said we could have the other, which has 

 none, but is far more beautiful. There 

 is no beauty or grandeur in the moun- 

 tains for them, where they suffer cold 

 and privation only to fill their flesh 

 pots. 



The next morning about 9 o'clock the 

 whole troop filed by our camp, which 

 was placed almost on the trail. There 

 were about twenty or thirty Indians 

 and about fifty horses in their outfit. 

 The oldest men came first, then the 

 young bucks. Later came the squaws, 

 many of whom had papooses strapped 

 on their backs or placed in the saddle 



j ust behind the high Mexican pommels. 

 One little child, not four years old, was 

 fastened in a kind of basket on a gentle 

 pony and allowed to shift for himself. 

 Many of the bucks said, " Good morn- 

 ing," or saluted in some way, but most 

 of the women looked straight ahead r 

 as though we were not visible. The 

 younger girls were evidently embar- 

 rassed, but the old squaws made re- 

 marks and were interested in our teepee, 

 which no doubt partially won their 

 hearts. All the women drove two or 

 three ponies each, some of which were 

 running loose, and others curiously 



