CHAPTER XIV.

ICY BAY, TREADWELL, AND JUNEAU.

JUNEAU, July 13, 1892.

Yesterday we were moving through the straits, and looking upon the

majestic scenery which distinguishes Alaska, for a thousand miles from

Tacoma. We passed the great Davidson Glacier, and during the afternoon

and evening were constantly seeing immense ranges of mountains, until

we reached Icy Bay at seven this morning. Here the steamer took in her

supply of ice, fishing it out of the water and hoisting it on board,

several tons at a time. Coming into Icy Bay, the scenery was of

extraordinary grandeur, mountains many thousand feet high, the bases

of which were near the water, and numerous waterfalls and glaciers.

Some of us sat up nearly all night to see the wonders, the like of

which cannot be seen anywhere in the world, except, perhaps, in

Greenland. After midnight the moon came up in all her glory, and the

northern lights played fantastic tricks in the sky. The great glacier

in this bay is a wonder, a mile wide and several hundred feet high,

the ice falling off every few minutes in great masses. Once I saw two

great ice towers, looking much like those of the Church of Notre Dame

in Paris, and I called the attention of a lady to them. Hardly had I

made the remark, before they both crumbled down into the water with a

tremendous crash, making our big ship feel the force of the waves

caused by the fall. After leaving Icy Bay we touched at Treadwell at

noon, where are located some famous gold mines. Most of the passengers

went ashore and were permitted to go through the large buildings of

the mining company, and see the operations of getting gold from rocks.

The blasting was going on a short distance off. The ore was

transported by rail to the mill, and then pounded into powder by

several hundred powerful steam hammers, which made a prodigious din.

This powdered stone was mixed with running water, and we were

informed that the gold was obtained in that way, but we saw none of

it. An hour was quite sufficient for Treadwell, so we steamed over to

this place, nearly opposite, and went ashore. There are several

hundred houses in this town, built at the base of the mountains. Near

the water there was the usual number of Indian women squatting on the

ground and offering baskets and curios for sale. The stores are well

supplied with skins of foxes, bears, and other wild animals, and the

usual goods required in country places.

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