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piled 20 feet high along the river front, and 2,000 white men 

 lay camped behind this rampart of provisions. 



It was dark when we reached Telegraph creek, our destina- 

 tion, 12 miles farther up stream. Great hills rose sheer in rocky 

 escarpments from the river, and there was no spot for a camping 



LELAND HOTEL — GLENORA, B. C. 



place on the small segment of soil at their base. There were no 

 poles on which to raise our tents, no boughs on which to spread 

 our blankets, no fuel for cooking the evening meal. We had 

 labored unceasingly for 18 hours that day. Every one was tired 

 and ill-humored. Blankets were unrolled in the dirty snow and 



