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Title: Alaska, Atlin, and the Yukon : White Pass & Yukon Route
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: White Pass & Yukon Route (Firm)
Subjects: White Pass & Yukon Route (Firm)
Publisher: Chicago : Poole Bros.
Contributing Library: Queen's University Library, W.D. Jordan Special Collections and Music Library
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hisclub and hesitatingly approach me and murmur in language hun-dreds of centuries dead, Grandson. Our hands might clasp —the dim past and distant future before us both, though so remotelyseparated by time. What could he not tell me of the past—whatI not tell him, show him, of the future? A pebble falling from the cliff above me ended the dream.The instincts of the hunter, descended to me from the now dis-sipated vision, caused me to look upward. There upon the highestcrag above stood out, with lordly mein, against the sky. a beauti-ful specimen of oreamnos montanus in curly coat of spotless white,and with polished ebony horns—a most dignified, contemplativeand apparently appreciative admirer of the scene that had capti-vated me. He was looking over the great expanse of ice andmountain with an air of complaisant ownership, with no one todispute his title. I thought of the rifle at my side, but with no notion of reach-ing for it. Had the shade of the Piltdown man directed this24
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South End of Atlin Lake, She living vision to appear on the cliff above me? I surely would notkill that goat. He appeared to be engaged in the same pursuitas I—looking with admiration at a scene brought down throughthe ages from the dim past, the last to be found on this continent,perhaps, gradually growing old and receding and soon to be buta historical record for the generations to come. My camera is the first to stand on this rock facing this vastscene of desolation. A scene that, as Ruskin says, looks like aworld from which not only the human, but the spiritual presencehad perished, and the last of the archangels, building the greatmountains for their monuments, had laid themselves down in thesunlight to an eternal rest, each in his white shroud. ing Sloko Range and Llewellyn Glacier. This Is View Seen from the Tarahne We made camp at timber-line after leaving the ice and spentthe night on the mountain. The sunset was particularly impres-sive. The shadows of the peaks above and

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