Gulf and Glacier

up h

ed upon the rail of the good steamer Queen, and looked dreamil

o was seated by her side. "Just think, that shore over there is a part of the pink patch in the map of North A

the sunlit spray of the waves. Now and then a queer-looking canoe shot by, paddled by dark-faced natives. On shore they could

me pains to conceal them from the rest of the party. "The hunters had simply tramped farther than they had expected," he said, "and found themsel

e somewhat comforted; and the younger folk easily fell in with his method of accounting for the prolonged absence of the boys. With

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er end of Douglas Island, and then headed northward

ugh there was a strong southerly breeze, it was

age to a cannery in which he was interested, farther north. Ther

y glaciers which sent their white tongues of ice down to the sea front, dividing th

idson," he said, "and the most interesting. It'

er standing near by. "It doesn't look over a dozen ro

lying between this end of th

What is it-moss

iles from front to rear, pushed out by the Davidson, and a whole fore

t, silent glacier-so motionless, yet forever moving toward the ocean-seemed m

ph, who had followed Tom's example in "reading up" Alaska, Schwatka st

the route, or, to be exact, at latitude 59° 13′, the steamer stopped her wheels, while the obliging stran

return, began its southward course. The wind now swept the decks wit

of Fairweather and Crillon, lifting their white s

d sang, while the never-ending day still glowed brightly,

ing from stem to stern. Had the Queen run ashore? No, they were

um

. Out of her berth jumped Kittie, and, drawing aside the

l gray clouds. Across the bay, at its upper end, miles away, stretched an odd-looking line of white cliffs. They could not yet make out what gave them that strange, marble-like look. The surface of the water was all dotted over with floating ice, of every size and shape imaginable. J

aptain Carroll sharply, as another

ated the quartermaster

d-a-a

ady,

t a

way, now that, under the direction of the best p

on deck to see the fun. One by one the passengers joined them, wrapped in all sorts of

dared, and there, about an eighth of a mile

s. They were of solid ice, rising to the awful height of three hundred f

ted to an ice pinnacle just abreast the ship. With a majestic movement the huge mass of glittering ice, larger than a church building, loosened itself from the cliff,

seven hundred feet below the surface, rose slowly and unexpectedly from the depths, throwing the water high in air. Thes

Randolph suddenly, pointing to a boat's c

, sir," replied a steward, who

l, which picked it up and swayed it over on the deck-a fine young berg of beautiful clear ice weighing something over two tons. Quickly it was stowed below, and other p

ing on a gravelly beach about a mile from the foot of the glacier. Bessie was ob

he glacier itself. Its surface was roughened and stained, and every now and then they came to a wide crack or "crevasse" in the ice, with

s?" asked some one, peering down i

the glacier is over three hundred feet high, above the

ng it is, from the

s, I believe. And a mi

ty mountain valleys, and still the ice st

e told them how the intrepid Scotchman, on reaching Cross Sound, had hired an ancient native guide and two or three Indians to paddle his canoe up Glacier Bay. As the mountain slopes surrounding the glaci

ing there, talking with friends. He was spending the summer, it seemed, in a rude hut not far below, and in compa

lph and the rest descended to the beach, not by the long muddy path by which they had come, but by strik

under it, for there was a sort of cave formed by the huge pinnacles of clear blue ice, and into this dismal opening the young people penetrated for a few yards, when a crackling sound in the gleami

tie stopped to trace, with the tip of her parasol, her name on the smooth sand. She began another, but after printing a large F, rubbe

e Queen began at onc

view, and as the bell in the engine room rang, "Ahead, full speed!" and the ship emerged from the narrow channels and gloomy, la

ean all bound

rd bound, ho

uestion on every tongue that night;

s of mountains, frowning with cliffs of bare rock, or shadowy with silent ranks of pine and fir, that, like the Delectable Mountains

dy way southward. What a volume it would make, if we could have the dreams of this pa

wooded islands, as far out as the eye could reach. Fourteen miles away westward, rose the peak of Mount Edgecumbe, its slopes reddened with ancient streams of lava. It was of th

e the eye presently rested upon a collection of houses-quite a town, it seemed, just ahead. One large, square building was a hundred feet or more above t

he place when he heard his

ming swiftly toward the Queen, rowed with a sharp man

s, Mr. Percival, Tom and Fred, all thre

ly, assisting Tom, who was observed to limp. The sailors passed up several pieces of baggage, the officer in charge touched his

ns and volleys of questions followed on

entures, his return to civilization, and his un