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fir boughs for the tent floor came in dripping, of course, but there were enough dry tarpaulins and blankets to blot up the heaviest of the moisture, and the glowing little sheet-iron stove licked up the rest. A piping hot dinner drove out the...
2004-08-04
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like a long stern-chase, and Nixon did not reckon on being able to hit the trail for several hours. Roos grasped the occasion to make a couple of "camp life" shots his fertile brain had conceived the idea of during the long storm-bound days of...
2004-08-04
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old town—what had been the metropolitan centre of Revelstoke in the days when it was the head of navigation of steamers from below the Arrow Lakes, and before the railway had come to drag settlement a mile northeastward and away from the...
2004-08-04
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I soon figured a way to make these do. Opening a couple of tins of strawberry jam into the bowl, I rounded over smoothly the bright succulent mass and then wade a close-set raspberry mosaic of one side of it. That did famously for the close-up. As...
2004-08-04
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was afforded by the clean-swept rock. Only one crossing of the main stream was necessary. It was a good natural ford at low water, but quite out of the question to attempt at high. We found it about medium—a little more than belly deep and...
2004-08-04
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ing, toe-dancing "Grayback" of the morning was gone in the back and legs long before we reached the end. My weight and the pace (Nixon was driving hard to reach a camping place before a fresh gathering of storm clouds were ready to break) had...
2004-08-04
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down the middle with his hunting knife, he had covered himself with them, entrails and all, in the hope that the remaining animal heat would keep him alive till daylight. Man and goat were frozen to one stiff mass by morning, but the man had still...
2004-08-04
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CHAPTER III
AT THE GLACIER SNOW flurries kept us close to camp all that day. The next one, the sixteenth, was better, though still quite hopeless for movie work. After lunch we set out on foot for the big glacier, a mile above, from which the...
2004-08-04
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lecting what looked like a favourable spot at the base of what seemed a "fracturable" pinnacle of grey-green ice, we dug a three-feet-deep hole with a long-handled chisel, pushed in two sticks of sixty per cent. dynamite, tamped it hard with show...
2004-08-04
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flares both parties could shoot the interior of the ice caves. Before starting on his long climb, Harmon briefly outlined the scenario of his "goat" picture, part of which had already been shot. Two prospectors—impersonated by his guide and...
2004-08-04
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party riding up over the rocks, and another of it grouped at the entrance of the largest cave and looking in. Being an old mountaineer, he was disinclined to take any unnecessary chances in stirring up a racket under hanging ice. Roos was new to...
2004-08-04
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that a dark hole full of hollow crackings and groanings and the roar of falling water was no place for self-respecting equines to venture. It took a deal of spurring and swearing to force them inside, and most of the linear distance gained was...
2004-08-04
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later to know only too well on the Columbia. Nixon had warned me against tempting Providence again by making any unnecessary racket in the cave, but it was no use. No one could have the fun that I was having and not holler. It was against nature....
2004-08-04
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that with strangers who come here to tackle the Bend. And mostly they succeed. There was one chap they couldn't stop, though. He was a professor of some kind from Philadelphia. Fact is, he wasn't enough frightened. That's a bad thing with the...
2004-08-04
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geesly goat's going to make passing by," he said with a calculating drawl. "Not so su' you could squeeze a pack-hawss through." Then, a couple of seconds later : "No' ev'n a big dawg." And almost immediately : "By Gawd, it's going to get him!"...
2004-08-04
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swift water on the Bend. Of course, you're going to hit once in a while, spite of all you can do; but, if you're lucky, you'll probably kiss off without staving in a side. If you're not—well, if you're not lucky, you have no business fooling...
2004-08-04
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Image caption: TWIN FALLS TAKAKAW FALLS TWO GREAT CATARACTS OF THE COLUMBIA WATERSHED
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fair pay for an experienced hand. A poor boatman was worse than none at all, that is, in a pinch, while a good one might easily mean the...
2004-08-04
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Image captions: ON THE HORSE THIEF TRAIL
A DEAD-FALL ON THE TRAIL --page break-- The other shot we made that morning was one which Roos had labelled as "Berry Picking and Eating" in his tentative scenario. The "sportsman" was to fare forth,...
2004-08-04
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Image caption: Courtesy of Byron Harmon, Banff WHERE THE HANGING GLACIER IS ABOUT TO FALL --page break-- above the camp where some wild goats were frisking. By the aid of his long-distance lens, Harmon had shot the goats as they would appear...
2004-08-04
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Image captions: ROSS AND HARMON. DRAGON MORAINE IN DISTANCE (above)
THE HORSES IN THE MOUTH OF THE ICE CAVE (below) --page break-- attention had been the packer discharging his rifle at the goat, which had been propped up in a life-like...
2004-08-04
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COPYRIGHT 1921
BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC.
The Quinn & Boden Company
BOOK MANUFACTURERS RAHWAY NEW JERSEY --page break-- TO
C. L. CHESTER
Hoping he will find in these pages some compensation for the fun he missed in not being along.
2004-08-03
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[Blank page] --page break-- INTRODUCTION
THE day on which I first conceived the idea of a boat trip down the Columbia hangs in a frame all its own in the corridors of my memory. It was a number of years ago—more than a dozen, I should say....
2004-08-03
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the word, "it's the Pacific I'll be robbing of a pint of Rocky Mountain dew; while if I dip to the right it's the Atlantic that'll have to settle back a notch. And if I had a string long enough, and a wing strong enough, to cast my can over there...
2004-08-03
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Drake and Anson are sharing your night watches, so on the Columbia it is Thompson and Cox and Lewis and Clark who come to be your guiding spirits. At the head of every one of the major rapids you land just as you know they must have landed, and it...
2004-08-03
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treacherous swirls and eddies of Revelstoke Canyon were not the last of swift water by a long shot. Just below the defile of the Arrow Lakes the white caps began to rear their heads again, and from there right on down through the seven hundred...
2004-08-03
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