nder.
* * * * Captain Rainier was wounded by a musket ball through the
left breast; he could not, however, be prevailed upon to go
below, but remained on deck till the close of the action. He was
posted, and appointed to command the 64-gun ship Burford.
(_Allen: "Battles of the British Navy,"_ Vol. I., London, 1872).

[Illustration: Admiral Peter Rainier, of the British Navy, in whose
honor Captain George Vancouver, in 1792, named the great peak "Mt.
Rainier."]

Before quitting with Vancouver and eighteenth-century history of the
Mountain, I note that our peak enjoyed a further honor. Captain
Vancouver records an interesting event that took place on the
anniversary of King George's birth;--"on which auspicious day," he
says, "I had long since designed to take formal possession of all the
countries we had lately been employed in exploring, in the name of,
and for, His Britannic Majesty, his heirs and successors." And he did!

[Illustration: First picture of the Mountain, from Vancouver's "Voyage
of Discovery," London, 1798.]

After Vancouver's brief mention, and the caricature of our peak
printed in his work, literature is practically silent about the
Mountain for more than sixty years. Those years witnessed the failure
of England's memorable struggle to make good Vancouver's "annexation."
Oregon was at last a state. Out of its original area Washington
Territory had just been carved. In that year of 1853 {p.102} came
Theodore Winthrop, of the old New England family, who was destined to
a lasting and pathetic fame as an author of delightful books and a
victim of the first battle of the Civil War. Sailing into what is now
the harbor of the city of Tacoma, he there beheld the peak. We feel
his enthusiasm as he tells of the appeal it made to him.

[Illustration: Climbers on St. Elmo Pass, seen from the upper side.]

[Illustration: St. Elmo Pass from north side. The name was given by
Maj. Ingraham in 1886 because of a remarkable exhibition of St. Elmo's
fire seen here during a great storm. A cabin is needed at this
important crossing.]

[Illustration: Avalanche Camp (11,000 feet), on the high, ragged chine
between Carbon and Winthrop. Carbon Glacier, seen below, has cut
through a great range, leaving Mother Mountains on the left and the
Sluiskins, right.]

We had rounded a point, and opened Puyallop Bay, a breadth of
sheltered calmness, when I was suddenly aware of a vast white