Douglas Island news., 1913-07-16
Scenic Alaska
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for the first time. There are few traces of the boom days. The town has we'll built houses and stores where once there was city of tents. A railroad train puffs down to the wharf to take freight from the ships, and save for the wonderful scenery there is nothing one might not expect to see in small city back in the States
 Returning from a trip up Lynn ca- nal to Skagway, the Alameda turned it's brow toward the Pacific and passed through Icy straits. Bergs discharged into Glacier bay by the great Muir glacier floated in the water. Occasion ally we passed close to floating bergs of great size. but the smallest would have been big enough to have ripped holes in the vessels bottom should a collision occur. The ship went care fully and Capt. Warner did not leave the navigating bridge until we had passed from the towering heights that lined Cross sound and plowed into the Gulf of Alaska.
 Far away to the north we saw range of mountains loftier than any we had seen on the way up. We were informed Chat it was the Fairweather range and that the white, glistening peak farther to the north was Mt. St. Elias, whose white head towers more than l9,OOO feet above the sea.
 Lolliug on a deck chair the tourist lazily dreams of the treasure-laden ground, the suulit valleys aud the roll ing tundra that lie beyond that mighty barrier of snow. The view of Alaska from the sea is forbidding. The noun tain ranges appear to line the coast in a long. unbroken barrier. The eternal snows give no hint of the more inviting interior where gardens bloom and the summer air is hot. One naturally thinks of the stalwart pioneers who passed through that wall of snow and wrested the treasure from the gravels on hundred creeks.
 Whales blowing and kavorting in the distance kept the passengers on deck while friendly porDoise raced with the ship. The sea was as smooth as lake. ! There was no swell and an occasional breeze sent ripples scampering across the wide exoause of water. As was usual m summer, in northern waters, the Pacific was as peaceful as a pond. We were told that during the stormy season, mighty winds swept across the gulf and piled great waves on the shores of Controller bay and that ships anchored off these unprotected shores, sometimes drag their weights to the beach.
 Approaching the entrance to Prince William sound we saw long narrow ribbon of land that ended In a curious tower of rock that rose from the sea 1 like the horn on the nose of rhinos- ceros This is Cape St. Elias. Waves for a million years have washed upon this strip of rock until it's apex ap- pears to be as sharp as a knife blade. Mariners who pass in the night get good ofing in order to pass this dan gerous rock for no warning beacon shines from it and it is reputed to be one of the most dangerous places on the Alaska coast.
 Entering Prince William sound the steamship turned eastward and was soon at Cordova, the terminus of the ] Copper river railroad. While the Ala meda was discharging cargo and taking on copper ore from the Kennicott mine the passengers took railroad train for a visit to the great glaciers fifty miles inland.
 The Childs glacier on the left and the Miles glacier on the right as the train approached a crossing on the Copper river presented a sight not soon to be