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break through into a hidden cavern, we judged that with- 

 out a rope it was wiser to return. From the glacier one 

 obtains a lovely view of the park with North Star Moun- 

 tain on the northern horizon and the peaks of the Agnes 

 Creek divide appearing over the rounding summit of 

 Qoudy Pass. 



Only the homeward trail now lay before us, down 

 Agnes Creek to the Stehekin again. The lower forests 

 had become curiously parched and dry in the scant fort- 

 night since we had passed through them, and an oppres- 

 sive heat and ominous rusty haze hung over them telling 

 of forest fires raging not very far away. The berries of 

 the mountain ash were turning red; huckleberries hung 

 ripe for the picking, and salmon berries tempted the eye, 

 though a prevailing insipidity of taste disappointed the 

 palate many times before the perfect berry was chanced 

 upon. Rain caught us again at Bullion and followed us 

 all the way down the Stehekin. 



Clouds were again our portion on Lake Chelan, but this 

 time rifts of open sky and gleams of sunshine added 

 golden lights to the green and blue and gray of the water. 

 Morning saw us on the Columbia once more. The long, 

 lazy hours of boating made a lovely ending to our ram- 

 blings. We had followed the running waters down from 

 the glaciers and snow-banks of the alpine regions where 

 they took their rise, past mountain meadows and through 

 deep, cool woods to the serene lake where they wound 

 their slow course for sixty miles. And still with them we 

 drifted down the river to the foothill country, bound like 

 them for the busier Hfe and narrowed horizons of the low- 

 lands. 



