partly obscured them; but our hands were numb from the cold, and we could not wait for better conditions.

We returned to the main camp on Moose creek October 10. The following day we pulled up stakes and traveled to Big Hole battlefield, about 16 miles distant, arriving there at 4.30 p. m. I took a number of photographs at this interesting place before night. The next morning Waugh and I started, with all my duffle, at 3.30 a. m. for Wisdom, 15 miles distant, where I made the

7 o'clock stage, and at 5.15 that afternoon I reached Divide, a small station on the O. R. & N. R. R., 65 miles from Wisdom.

In the 35 days from the time I left Hamilton, Montana, until I reached Divide I traveled 125 miles by stage, 330 miles on horseback and about 130 miles on foot. We had no mishap of any kind. The horses came out of the woods in better condition than when they started.

I exposed about 100 films, most of them 5x7.

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One of these peaks stands at the left of Bear creek, near its junction with the upper Saskatchewan river. It is a prominent snow covered dome rising to an altitude of about 11,000 feet, and is a distinguished landmark of the country. As is the custom, I blazed a tree at a camp site, near the mouth of Bear creck, and placed on it this inscription:

"Mount Shrady is 2 miles West of this camp and across Bear creek. Named July 27, 1903, in honor of H. M. Shrady, of New York, one of America's greatest sculptors." This I decm a fitting honor to both the man and the mountain.

Between the middle fork and the North fork of the Saskatchewan there is a range of mountains, some 20 miles long, which includes half a dozen prominent peaks, none

of which had, up to that time, been named; so I blazed another tree and wrote on it this legend:

"RECREATION range, extending from the middle fork to the West branch of the North fork of the Saskatchewan river. RECREATION peak at the North end of the range and next to the West branch."

RECREATION peak is a grand and imposing mountain with a flat top, probably a quarter of a mile wide and a mile long, and is covered with solid ice to an apparent depth of 50 feet. This ice is gradually moving down through various gulches, leading from the summit in various directions.

Immediately South of and adjacent to Old Silver Horn, a conspicuous peak on the left side of Bear creek, is another lofty and beautiful mountain that had not been

named, and this I called Lacey's peak, in honor of Major John F. Lacey, Member of Congress from Iowa and author of the Lacey bird law.

Near the base of this mountain lies a beautiful, clear, green mountain lake about a mile long and with an average width of half a mile, which I named Lake Julester, in honor of the little daughter of Mr. H. M. Shrady.

Near a high summit, which I have described in another place, is one of the most important and picturesque glaciers in that country. This I named the Great Hornaday Glacier, in honor of William T. Hornaday, Director of the New York Zoological society, and one of America's foremost naturalists. This glacier Covers probably 5,000 acres of land. On the summit the ice varies in depth from 50 feet to 300 feet, and flows out to both the East and West. The Eastern tongue is about 600 yards wide and flows into the Sun Wapta river, which in turn flows into the Athabasca river, and eventually into the Mackenzie. The high peak on the left of this tongue I designated as Hornaday's peak.

There is one branch of this glacier which has been crowded off at almost a right angle with the main outflow, and which is about 200 feet wide by 30 to 50 feet in depth. The ice in this branch is split up into needles and pinnacles of the most weird, picturesque and beautiful shapes. The crevices between the various bodies are numerous and many of them wide enough for a man to walk through. Within these crevices the ice is of a brilliant, translucent blue that can not be described in words. Half way down Bear creek lies another

of the beautiful mountain lakes for which that region is noted, and which I named Lake Helen, in honor of Miss Helen Hornaday, daughter of Mr. W. T. Hornaday. Lake Helen is about 2 miles long by one mile wide and is clear, deep, cold and as green as the ocean.

The terminal moraine is a marvelous piece of work. One section of it, which extends below the flow of ice, has an average depth of about 70 feet, a width of 400 to 500 feet and a length of nearly half a mile. On the South side this embankment is nearly perpendicular, and the base of the wall extends close to a spur of the mountain on which grow a few scrubby spruces and cedars.

The Hornaday glacier is one of the few in that country of many glaciers which is not receding. It has flowed millions of years and still continues to flow clear down into the Sun Wapta river. In fact, streams flowing out from under the various branches of the Hornaday glacier make the Sun Wapta.

We camped about 2 miles South of the glacier and from that point we could literally look down on it. There, spread out in the river valley below us, surrounded by green meadows, whole gardens of wild flowers and groves of spruce timber, was the vast bed of ice, gleaming in the summer sun with a brilliancy that almost dazzled us.

Lacey's peak, Mount Shrady, and the Hornaday glacier are conspicuous landmarks of the Athabasca trail and are already known by their names to all the hunters, trappers, prospectors, guides and other pioneers in that country.