living vision to appear on the cliff above me? I surely would not
kill that goat. He appeared to be engaged in the same pursuit
as I—looking with admiration at a scene brought down through
the ages from the dim past, the last to be found on this continent,
perhaps, gradually growing old and receding and soon to be but
a historical record for the generations to come.

My camera is the first to stand on this rock facing this vast
scene of desolation. A scene that, as Ruskin says, “‘looks like a
world from which not only the human, but the spiritual presence
had perished, and the last of the archangels, building the great
mountains for their monuments, had laid themselves down in the
sunlight to an eternal rest, each in his white shroud.”’

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South End of Atlin Lake, Showing Sloko Range and Llewellyn Gla er. This Is View Seen from the “Tarahne”’ on Her Trip on Atlin Lake

We made camp at timber-line after leaving the ice and spent
the night on the mountain. The sunset was particularly impres-
sive. The shadows of the peaks above and to the west of us
slowly crept over the valley of ice toward Llewellyn Mountain
and the Sloko Range, which were in the full light of the setting
sun. The wind was hushed. Heavy clouds were hanging far
over and beyond the Sloko, while small wreaths of mist were
rising from the topmost peaks of Tsatia—all bathed in the golden
colors of the northern sunset. |

The lonely cry of the whistling marmot across the gulch
was answered by the call of the mother ptarmigan as she

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beseeched us to “‘go back, go back’’—fearful for the welfare of
her young. ;

The dull subterranean rumble of the stream under the great
ice far below us seemed to render the orchestral diapason neces-
sary to complete this grand transformation scene.

Then Night settled over the vast landscape. —The marmot re-
tired to his den, the ptarmigan, with her young brood, to the cover
of a bushy ravine. The euphonious bass of the water beneath
the bergschrund lulled us to sleep, as brilliant Vega, Deneb

and Altair, with the Northern Cross, gleamed upon us nearly
overhead.

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