PHOTOGRAPHING IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES. gt! 
summer. During the 90 days I was in the 
mountains there were 76 days on which it 
either rained or snowed, some part of the 
day. Frequently it rained all day, and 
there were only 4 days in the entire 3 
months when the sun shone all day; yet 
there were many days when the sun would 
peep out for an hour at a time, between 
showers. There were gray days, when, 
though the clouds were thick, the light was 
even and steady. We had high winds a 
great deal of the time. There was fog 
hanging about us at least 60 of the 90 days; 
but by watching my opportunities, grab- 
bing the camera and running whenever the 
photographed, and written about, and lec- 
tured about for 50 years; so I need say lit- 
tle of them here. 
Still, a big glacier is a great institution. 
It is a grand subject for the amateur pho- 
tographer, and it is a good thing to have in 
the family, especially in summer. If I only 
had a few glaciers in New York I’d bust 
the ice trust wide open. 
One day in July I climbed a high peak, 
at the foot of which flows the North Fork 
of the Saskatchewan. Near the summit of 
this peak there is a level spot of land, cov- 
ered with moss and junipers. An old griz- 

SOURCE OF THE MACKENZIE RIVER. 
rain did cease, I was enabled to get 
many good pictures. I am no more ener- 
getic than other men; I simply watched for 
subjects and opportunities. I saw many 
things that had a picturesque, or a scientific 
interest, yet that many other men would 
pass over without really looking at or 
thinking of in connection with the 
camera. I flitted about more or less along 
timber line, that is, the belt around each 
high mountain where timber ceases to grow 
and where the bare, rocky walls begin to 
tower. There I found many strange things 
in the way of trees and shrubs which I pho- 
tographed, and a few of which are shown 
on these pages. More of them may be 
shown in a future article. I explored sev- 
eral glaciers and made a number of views 
of them, more as souvenirs of the trip, and 
for my own album, than for any other pur- 
pose. Glaciers have been explored, and 
zly had been there some months before me, 
probably in search of choice food, and had 
apparently discovered the den of a family 
of marmots. He had forthwith proceeded 
to dig them out and eat them. He cer- 
tainly earned his dinner before he got it. 
He had made the largest and most remark- 
able excavation I have ever known a bear 
to make. I measured the hole carefully 
and photographed it, and the picture is 
shown herewith; yet it does not convey 
to the eye or to the mind of the reader a 
proper appreciation of the great task this 
old plantigrade performed. The hole is 
5% feet deep at the center, 10% feet wide 
and 12 feet 8 inches long. The earth is al- 
most as hard up there as concrete; but 
Old Ephraim had the courage of his con- 
victions and a big appetite. He had, there- 
fore, torn into the earth like a steam ex- 
cavator. He had thrown out probably a 
