sight, from their highest fountains to the level of the
sea.

Cares of every kind were quickly forgotten, and
though the Cassiar engines soon began to wheeze
and sigh with doleful solemnity, suggesting coming
trouble, we were too happy to mind them. Every face
glowed with natural love of wild beauty. The islands
were seen in long perspective, their forests dark green
in the foreground, with varying tones of blue growing
more and more tender in the distance; bays full of
hazy shadows, graduating into open, silvery fields of
light, and lofty headlands with fine arching insteps
dipping their feet in the shining water. But every eye
was turned to the mountains. Forgotten now were
the Chilcats and missions while the word of God was
being read in these majestic hieroglyphics blazoned
along the sky. The earnest, childish wonderment
with which this glorious page of Nature's Bible was
contemplated was delightful to see. All evinced
eager desire to learn.

"Is that a glacier," they asked, "down in that
cañion? And is it all solid ice?"

"Yes."

"How deep is it?"

"Perhaps five hundred or a thousand feet."

"You say it flows. How can hard ice flow?"

"It flows like water, though invisibly slow."

"And where does it come from?"

"From snow that is heaped up every winter on the
mountains."

"And how, then, is the snow changed into ice?"

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