over the upper
snow-fields, and thus first reached the southern peak, which they
named "Peak Success," to commemorate their victory.

This is a long, exceedingly sharp, narrow ridge, springing out
from the main dome for a mile into mid-air. On the right, the
snow descended in a steep, unbroken sheet into the tremendous
{p.124} basin which lies between the southern and the northern
peaks, and which is enclosed by them as by two mighty arms.[6]
Sheltered behind a pinnacle of ice, we fastened our flags upon
the Alpine staffs, and then, standing erect in the furious blast,
waved them in triumph with three cheers.

[Footnote 6: See illustration, page 14.]

[Illustration {p.122}: Looking southeast from Mt. Rose, above Eunice
Lake, with Mother Mountains on left, and Spray Park in distance on
right of center. Shows outposts of alpine firs and hemlocks on the
timber line.]

[Illustration {p.123}: Looking south from Mt. Rose, across Crater Lake
to North Mowich Glacier and Mowich Ridge. This was taken from near the
same place as the preceding view, and eight miles from the Mountain.
Eagle Cliff, a celebrated view point, is on the right, overlooking
Mowich canyon.]

[Illustration: Copyright, 1909, By Asahel Curtis. Looking up Mowich
Valley. One of the densely wooded regions in the National Park that
need trails as a means of protection against fires.]

It was now five o'clock. They had spent eleven hours in the ascent,
and knowing it would be impossible to descend before nightfall, they
saw nothing to do but burrow in the loose rock and spend the night as
best they could. The middle peak, however, was evidently higher, and
they determined first to visit it. Climbing the long ridge and over
the rim of the crater, they found jets of steam and smoke issuing from
vents on the north side.

Never was a discovery more welcome! Hastening forward, we both
exclaimed, as we warmed our benumbed extremities over one of
Pluto's fires, that here we would pass the night, secure against
freezing to death, at least.... A deep cavern extended under the
ice. Forty feet within its mouth we built a wall of stones around
a jet of steam. Inclosed within this shelter, we ate our lunch
and warmed ourselves at our natural register. The heat at the
orifice was too great to bear for more than an instant. The steam
wet us, the smell of sulphur was nauseat