Chapter 1. In The Mountains
_ CHAPTER I. IN THE MOUNTAINS
A pallid sun, low, gleaming just over a rampart of mountain-tops. Sundogs--heralds of stormy weather--fiercely staring, like sentries, upon either hand of the mighty sphere of light. Vast glaciers shimmering jewel-like in the steely light of the semi-Arctic evening. Black belts of gloomy pinewoods on the lower slopes of the mountains； the trees snow-burdened, but black with the darkness of night in their melancholy depths. The earth white； snow to the thickness of many feet on all. Life none； not a beast of the earth, nor a fowl of the air, nor the hum of an insect. Solitude. Cold--grey, pitiless cold. Night is approaching.
The hill ranges which backbone the American continent--the northern extremity of the Rocky Mountains. The barrier which confronts the traveller as he journeys from the Yukon Valley to the Alaskan seaboard. Land where the foot of man but rarely treads. And mid-winter.
But now, in the dying light of

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