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cross the canyon by building a bridge 

 of logs. All but one fell short, and I ad- 

 vised not trying to cross here, as it was 

 a terrible place to slip. Thus we had 

 to travel on opposite sides all the way 

 to the first lake we had discovered. 

 Here I built a fire to keep warm while 

 Bryant made a rough passage over the 

 cliffs on the opposite side and finally ap- 



tied. We now felt certain that this was 

 one of the underground outlets of the 

 upper lake. 



That night the moon broke through 

 the clouds and flooded the lake with 

 soft light, bringing the heavily wooded 

 islands into strong relief. From our 

 tent door we could see, beyond the broad 

 expanse of water, a grand picture of 



Photo by Wilcox 



Fording- the Kananaskis 



peared at the lake, having found a log 

 jam above. 



This lake has no outlet, though an 

 ancient channel serves as an overflow in 

 time of flood. Thus the trees cease to 

 grow at the certain level where the out- 

 let allows no farther rise. We followed 

 the canyon made by the former stream, 

 and only after an hour of the most diffi- 

 cult bush work I have ever seen, we 

 reached the lower lake at the great 

 spring near which our boat had been 



dark mountains inclosing a silvery ice 

 field, and through the calm night air we 

 could hear distinctly the falls we had 

 visited that day with so much difficulty. 

 The next day was to be our last at 

 the Kananaskis Lakes, and was full of 

 activity. In the morning I made a pan- 

 orama of eight plates from one of the 

 islands. Unfortunately most of this 

 series, after escaping the perils of the 

 wilderness and three or four hundred 

 miles on the back of an Indian pony, 



