. Reminiscences of frontier life . rg to and fro, rubbing and grinding, oneagainst the other. Then comes the sound that quiets allothers. After we ari-ived at the head of the bay and lookedin wonder at the beauty and grandeur that Nature hasput in motion, that has continued and will last thousandsof years. We started to cross the broad channel in frontof the glacier: and as we paddled our canoe, we stoppednow and then and listened to the constant roar of thebreaking ice and gazed into the immense caverns of icerunning back into the body of the glacier. Here the Indians seemed anxious to push t
. Reminiscences of frontier life . rg to and fro, rubbing and grinding, oneagainst the other. Then comes the sound that quiets allothers. After we ari-ived at the head of the bay and lookedin wonder at the beauty and grandeur that Nature hasput in motion, that has continued and will last thousandsof years. We started to cross the broad channel in frontof the glacier: and as we paddled our canoe, we stoppednow and then and listened to the constant roar of thebreaking ice and gazed into the immense caverns of icerunning back into the body of the glacier. Here the Indians seemed anxious to push the hugecanoe through the water much faster than before, andwanted me to act as steersman, which I did, being muchpleased to have them show a better will to work thanat any time during our journey. However, we had notprogressed )nore than two or three miles when from thehighest front of the glacier there came a roar, and withit the front of the glacier sank into the ocean and wasburied with a plunge that sent a wave like a mountain. 96 Reminiscences of Frontier Life. toward our frail craft with great speed, and as it passedman}^ icebergs and swallowed them up by its rollingmotion, I felt as though our canoe would soon be in thesame fix. The Indians knowledge came into play, andin his own language he cried, ^Hyack, Hyack, andpointed for me to steer the canoe toward the comingwave, at the same time paddling with all force. We had some time to wait for the wave to reach us,and had gained considerable headway before the wavestruck us, but most unexpectedly to me, I felt ourcanoe ride well up the side of the wave and thenseemingly stop and start back with the wave. TheIndian again yelled Hyack, Hyack, which was theirword for hurry. They sprang heavily on their pad-dles, but still we went with the wave, stern first, eachminute expecting to lose control of the canoe, and berolled over and close the scene. Still we managed tokeep head on, and our boat spun through the water likea porpoi
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