travels thru dense woods occasionally coming out to the river which is gray with gray but from the glacier all that river seems to be the same. Only small brooks are clear. While travelling thru the woods I heard for the first time the entire song of the Warred Thrush and saw several of the birds. The song was of course the purled whistle given singly but at fairly frequent intervals, set at distance epecially it has a very through-line quality yet it is a speird note and hard to place. Of the birds I saw that appeared very much like robins but were much more quiet and shy. We went right to the foot of the Glacier and close across of ice. The foot of the Glacier rose some 50 ft