I know they will enjoy it." I was sorry my memory failed me entirely on that occasion.

Still it was a great compliment! But the Muir Glacier! We had to keep three and a half miles away, lest the steamer be injured by the small icebergs which broke off the immense mass into the water with a thunderous roar.

A live glacier advances a certain distance each day and retreats a little.

Those who visited the glacier brought back delicate little blue harebells they found growing in the clefts of ice.

No description of my impressions?
Certainly not! Too much of that has been done already.
We saw curious sights along the way, such as the salmon leaping into a fenced-in pool to deposit their spawn; there they could be easily speared, dried, and pitched into wagons as we pitch hay in New England.