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Title: Climbs & exploration in the Canadian Rockies
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Stutfield, Hugh Edward Millington, 1858-1929. (from old catalog) Collie, Norman, 1859-1942, joint author
Subjects: Rocky mountains Mountaineering
Publisher: London, New York and Bombay, Longmans, Green and co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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leaden hue; no lightfleecy clouds floated in the air or rolled lazilyalong the flanks of the hills; but a dingy greypall brooded monotonously over the wholemountain world. When at intervals it liftedwe had glorious peeps of Mount Forbes and theblue expanse of Glacier Lake lying in a deepvalley almost immediately below us. Thewaters of the lake, which descend from theenormous Lyell Glacier, discharge themselvesby a short stream into the Middle Fork. South-wards we could dimly see the bold rock andsnow peaks which cluster round the head ofBear Creek valley, while right above our latecamping ground was the imposing Murchisongroup, culminating in several peaks, one a largeserrated ridge, another a gigantic square-toppedobelisk of most formidable aspect, and quitesheer on three sides. We estimated the heightof its loftiest summits to be about 11,500 feet,which estimate proved subsequently to be ap-proximately correct. To the north we looked down on a curious basin, carpeted with a broad 92
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A Backwater of the North Fork UP THE NORTH FOUK expanse of turf, and ringed round by lofty lime-stone cliffs, with striking rock-forms like theDolomites. The peaks of these mountains wereall flat-topped, and one of them had a curiousrift, or gash, that clove the summit in two. Wegot back to camp late, and found poor Woolleynearly eaten alive by mosquitoes. The next four days were one long battlewith woods, muskegs, and rivers, the cussednessof pack-horses, and our own tempers. TheNorth Fork seemed quite unfordable, and inplaces its waters were lost as they rushedfoaming and swirling at the bottom of deeprocky gorges. Had we had less resolute andhard-working men than Peyto and his staff, ourtrip must inevitably have resulted in failure.As it was, we more than once feared we shouldbe forced to turn back. From early morning tolate afternoon they cut and cut away, but yet wecould make no more than three or four miles aday. It was aggravating, too, to see across theriver and within a stone

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