180
XIX. ON THE CANOE RIVER 186
XX. CARIBOU IN CAMP 192
XXI. THE FIRST BEAR CAMP 198
XXII. THE YOUNG GRIZZLY-HUNTERS 215
XXIII. ONWARD BOUND 241
XXIV. THE BOAT ENCAMPMENT 247
XXV. HISTORY ON THE GROUND 263
XXVI. DOWN THE COLUMBIA 276
XXVII. ON THE RAPIDS 283
XXVIII. IN SIGHT OF SAFETY 295
XXIX. STORIES OF THE COLUMBIA 303
XXX. THE END OF THE TRAIL 315

ILLUSTRATIONS

A TRAPPER'S SHACK, STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE
BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN LAKE WHICH LAY GREEN
AND MIRROR-LIKE, SURROUNDED ON ALL SIDES
BY GREAT MOUNTAIN WALLS _Frontispiece_

ROB'S GOAT _Facing p._ 138

APPROACHING THE GRAND CANYON ON THE FRASER
RIVER " 146

TOWERING ABOVE ALL AND DWARFING ALL RIVALRY
THERE STOOD BEFORE THEM ONE GREAT, NOBLE
WHITE-TOPPED PEAK--MT. ROBSON " 158

THE BIG BEND OF THE COLUMBIA RIVER " 248

THE COLUMBIA RIVER, ABOVE THE BOAT ENCAMPMENT " 252

ON THE COLUMBIA RIVER " 300

REVELSTOKE CANYON " 320

YOUNG ALASKANS IN THE ROCKIES

I

ROB, JOHN, AND JESSE IN CAMP

"Well, here we are, fellows," said Jesse Wilcox, as he threw down an
armful of wood at the side of the camp-fire. "For my part, I believe
this is going to be about the best trip we ever had."

"That's what I was telling Rob to-day," said John Hardy, setting down
a pail of water near by. "But I hope I won't have to carry water up a
bank a hundred feet high every night."

"We are not as far north this time as we were last summer," said
Jesse, "but the country looks something the same."

"Yes," replied John, "but last year we were going east and farther
away from home every day. Now we're going west to the Rockies and
across them, getting closer to home all the time."

Rob McIntyre, the oldest of our friends who had made so many trips
together in the wilderness, sat sil