the monuments of the that ed its ice from between red and black mountains i found to be the most interesting of them all and when i saw its magnificent extending in majestic curves from the spacious between the mountains i was with the work that lay before me it was one of the golden days of the indian summer when the rich sunshine every landscape however rocky and cold and suggests anything rather than the path of the vanished was warm now and shone in many places as if washed with silver the tall pines gi owing on the stood in the glowing light the groves on the of the basin were masses of orange yellow and the added gold to gold pushing on over my rosy highway i passed lake after lake set in solid of granite and many a thicket and meadow watered by a stream that issues from the and links the lakes together now through knee deep in yellow and purple now passing over bare rock the main that bounded the view on either hand are from to nearly feet high and about as regular as artificial em the mountains of and covered with a superb growth of silver fir and pine but this garden and forest was speedily left behind the trees were as i ascended patches of the and began to appear and pressed into flat carpets by the winter snow the which a few miles down the valley were so richly embroidered with meadows had here at an elevation of feet only small brown of leaving bare rocks around more than half their shores yet amid this the mountain pine bravely tossed his storm beaten branches on the and of red mountain some specimens being over feet high and feet in seemingly as fresh and vigorous as the giants of the lower evening came on just as i got fairly within the of the main it is about a mile wide and a little less than two miles long the crumbling spurs and of red mountain bound it on the north the rudely of black mountain on the south and a col around from mountain to mountain it in on the east i chose a ground on the brink of one of the lakes where a thicket of sheltered me from the night wind then after making a tin of tea i sat by my camp fire reflecting on the grandeur and significance of the records i had seen as the night advanced the mighty rock walls of my mountain mansion seemed to come nearer while the sky in glorious brightness stretched across like a ceiling from wall the to wall and fitted closely down into all the of tlie then after a long fireside rest and a glance at my note book i cut a few leafy for a bed and fell into the clear death like sleep of the tired early next morning i set out to trace the grand old that had done so much for the beauty of the region back to its farthest fountains enjoying the charm that every feels in nature s the voices of the mountains were still asleep the wind scarce stirred the pine needles the sun was up but it was yet too cold for the birds and the few animals that dwell here only the stream from pool to pool seemed to be wholly awake yet the spirit of the opening day called to action the came streaming through the jagged of the col glancing on the and lighting the silvery lakes while every sun touched rock burned white on its edges like melting iron in a furnace passing round the north shore of my camp lake i followed the central stream past many from to the scenery became more rigidly the dwarf pines and disappeared and the stream was bordered with as the sun rose higher rocks were loosened on shattered portions of the cliffs and came down in rattling echoing wildly from to the main that extend from the jaws of the into the basin are continued in straggling masses along the walls of the while separate hun the mountains of of tons in weight are left here and there out in the middle of the channel here also i observed a series of small ranged along the south wall of the corresponding in size and form with the shadows cast by the highest portions the meaning of this between and shadows was afterward made plain tracing the stream back to the last of its chain of i noticed a deposit of fine gi ay mud on the bottom except where the force of the entering cm rent had prevented its it looked like the mud worn from a and i at once suspected its origin for the stream that was carrying it came out of the base of a raw that seemed in process of formation not a plant or weather stain was visible on its rough unsettled surface it is from to over feet high and forward at an angle of � cautiously picking my way i gained the top of the and was delighted to see a small but well down from the gloomy of black mountain in a finely curve to the on which i stood the compact ice appeared on all the lower portions of the though gray with dirt and stones in it farther up the ice disappeared beneath coarse snow the surface of the was further by dirt bands and the edges of the blue veins showing the structure of the ice the uppermost or where the was attached to the mountain was from to feet wide and was in a few places the by the remains of snow creeping along the edge of the holding on with fingers i discovered clear sections where the structure was beautifully revealed the surface snow though sprinkled with stones shot from the cliffs was in some 