
MO-NOK-KWA-LA (BOW) AND CHIEF SEAWIT, THE SIWASH CANOEMEN 
We always kept close in to one bank 
of the river or the other. When we 
came to a convex curve of the stream, 
there was necessarily a stretch of com- 
paratively still water back of the point 
so that we could creep up to it, have a 
moment’s breathing spell, and then 
boldly dash around it. But when we 
reached a concave curve the situation 
was entirely different, for there the 
whole sweep of the river was upon us 
and we could do naught but make 
across by fierce paddling to the convex 
curve of the opposite bank, in the eddy 
of which we could hang on, to rest for 
the struggle around the point. Nor 
were such crossings of the river,— 
always broad at such places,—at all an 

THE TSAU-WATI GLACIER (IN THE NOTCH) FROM THE AUTHORS’ CAMP. 
