The Seward gateway., 1922-07-31

more gorgeous display of native love Illness.
 From here our path lies ever up- ward and we take it in easy stages, We would climb a while, then stop and rest, Iolling in the warm, life-giv- ing sunshine, inhaling the invigorat- ing and fragrant breath of the wilder ness, allowing our eyes to wander over the snow-crested loftiness of some distant peak or the soft green of the restless ocean which seemed to be sleeping in it's hammock be- tween the mountains; until at last we come to the summit, to the dividing of the way, the middle of the world, our world, where there are twin lakes, the waters of one flowing east, and the other west from their lofty founts.
 Here, indeed, the view is splendid North, south, west, east, the eye, the mind, your very soul, is struck by the grandeur, the wonder, the vastness. To the east, in the distance. great piles of massive, rugged peaks standing as silent sentinels at the portal of the placid and island studded waters of Resurrection Bay, bearing silent tes- timony in their rugged visage, their time worn and glacier-torn contour, to the relentless Tavages of Mother Time. To the north and south, more noun tains, though less rough and forbid ding easier of access, longer and more graceful curves, more gentle slopes, offering more encouragement and greater promise to the venturesome climber.
 But it is to the west, that ever mys- terious west, the greatest attraction lies. Near at hand are deep gorges, glacier-torn mountains, heaved and twisted ridges, smooth and placid
 akes, whose shores when not covered with snow, are literally strewn with vari-colored stones and pebbles. and whose waters, strange as it may seem, are almost warm, owing as it seemed, to the unobstructed rays of the daz- zling sun which is reflected, again and vet again by the perpetual whiteness of the never melting snow. In the not too great distance is the vast eXpanSe of Harding glacier-Harding, 1 believe is the name recently adopted for it, though I think Inspiration would be much more appropriate, as I am per
 ectly sure that anyone, obtaining view under the ideal conditions which obtained when I was there, whose very soul was not stirred, who fails to DOW in humble acknowledgment of the puniness and insignificance of man, is bereft of one of Natures greatest gifts appreciation. It's gigantic size, it's monstrous shape, it's forbidding ap- pearance, whose frigid bosom only the most rugged and uncompromlslng peaks have dared to defile.
 But I am wasting time in attempting +o describe. You should have been where I sat, have this great panora- ma before you, which. to be app7ecl- ated must be seen. Only a geologlst could tell what has caused the topsy- turvy appearance of the whole coun- try. None but an artist could, with the delicate strokes of his brush and the blending of his colors do justice toI it's beauty. No one but poet endow- d with the descriptive language ot the weird imagination of Poe, the rollicking language ot Burns or the wholesome simplicity Of. Edgar Guest. could describe it's won ders and it's beauties.
 MT. Fridell and I were five hours on the road getting to our destination, and it would have taken another hour to have gone to the glacier It took us an hour to reach the summit on our return and two and half hours from the summit to the bay. So, you see. it is no trip for an invalid, or for anyone who is not in the pink of con- dition. to attempt to reach the glacier.
 It was one of the most enjoyable trips, however, that it has ever been my pleasure to make and one that l wouldn't have missed for many times the trouble.