and back of that a range of pure white mountains, with only here and there one with spots of dark color where the rock is too steep for snow to lie upon, some of them – most of them – absolutely immaculate close white. Sharp peaks, curving fluted crests, fluted by avalanche, glacial wombs delicate in curve and outline as shells laid against one another, separated by sharp cols rounded over swept brows and domes and long withdrawing valleys leading back into the highest clusters of peaks, whence flowed noble glaciers pouring at intervals into what is now Behring Sea. We had hoped that the N. gale would drive away the ice far S. of Plover Bay, but while yet 30 miles from its mouth we were stopped by an immense pack that curved far as the e...