tain is a spring of the clearest, coldest water, clarified in the volcanic rocks, purified to the point of perfect crystalline beauty, and abounding in trout of heroic size, as you will soon learn. The Williamson is rapid and a boat is necessary to get the best of the fishing, which is near the mouth of Spring Creek. The banks abound in trees; the verdure is rich and beautiful in the variety of tints, the stream reflecting aspens, willows, and others of the splendid canopy in its waters. Beneath the trees the camp is made; some anglers sleep in tents, others prefer the open, and after a few days of rest and trout the journey is taken up, and you drive on, always rising, following the general direction of Anna Creek, stopping here and there to explore the little trout stream which has cut its way down from the vicinity of the crater through beds of lava; or perhaps the cañon is a mighty crack in the earth. Be this as it may, it is one of the most attractive gulches in the Cascade range, abounding in verdure, in falls, a wonderland in every sense.

You are now in the Crater National Park, and camp is made on the slope of the great volcano that was once a dominating factor in eastern Oregon, and in the morning you climb the trail made and kept in repair by the rangers. Suddenly emerging from the forest you come upon the lake of dreams. Little wonder the

Indians were afraid to look upon it. Only the medicine men of the Klamath tribes knew its face. Little wonder the first white man stood amazed when he climbed the peak and gazed down upon the vast sheet of vivid blue water a fifth of a mile below, a marvellous sapphire twenty-four square miles in extent, framed by the crater walls-walls of a great volcano. There are many legends among the Modocs and Klamaths regarding the wonderful azure lake and I am indebted to Mr. M. B. Kerr of the Sierra Club, who was a member of the original surveying party of Crater Lake, for the following which he obtained from a Klamath Indian:

Wimawita was the pride of his family and tribe. He could kill the grizzly bear and his prowess in the fight was renowned even among those fierce braves who controlled the entrance to the Lake of the Big Medicine, where the black obsidian arrowheads are found. But the chase no longer had pleasure for him and he wandered far up the slopes of Shasta, where the elk and deer abound, and they passed slowly by him down into the heavy growth of murmuring pines, as if knowing that his mission was of peace. Above was the line of perpetual snow, where the tamarack was striving hard for existence in the barren rock. From this great height Wimawita gazed upon the lodges in the prairie amongst the huge trees far below, and then, suddenly descending, disappeared into the forest, ad

vancing towards the east, where springs the great gushing sawul,1 the sources of the Wini-mim.2

There, in a little hut, dwelt old Winnishuya.3 "Tell me, O mother," he said, "what can I do to regain the love of Tculucul? 4 she laughs at me, and the dog Tsileu 5 wanders with her over the snowclad mountain." ""T is well," answered the old woman; Teulucul still loves you, but since your brave deeds among the Klamaths your thoughts are far away and you long for further perils to chant your great exploits in the councils of the brave. Teulucul has noticed your neglect and distaste for the exploits in which you formerly took pleasure. Why, O Wimawita, do you not seek for greater glory? Know you not of the great lake far away and deep down in the mountain-top? The way is long and difficult and but few reach its rocky slopes. If you have the strength and courage to climb down and bathe in its crystal waters, you will acquire great and marvellous wisdom, Teulucul will look upon you with favor, and none will equal you among your own people. The Llaos (children of the Great Spirit) guard the lake, and far in the past one of our own tribe reached it, but not propitiating the spirits, they killed him and his body was sunk into the depths of the blue water."

As she spoke the old woman's strength increased. Wimawita, listening, caught her energy and said: ""T is well, my mother;-to-morrow, while all sleep, will I start upon this journey far away over the 2 McCloud River. 3 Forethought. 5 Red Flicker.

1 Large spring. 4 The Lark.

fields of lava, to the river where the Klamaths dwell. Then will I find the way to the wondrous lake and bathe in the deep water." While speaking, he noted not the parting of the brush, where Tculucul was concealed and in her fright almost betrayed her presence. Nor was Tsileu visible behind the granite rocks near by, eagerly watching and hearing all that happened.

At the dawn of the following day, when even the dogs were still around the camp, Wimawita stole quietly away. Close behind, clad in the raiment of a young brave, followed Teulucul, and after a short interval, gliding stealthily in the tracks of the others, came Tsileu. Thus they marched for several long and weary days over the prairies of Shasta and the dreary lava fields of Modoc, until Wimawita reached the great river of the Klamaths. Then Teulucul came forth and accosting him said: "Whither goest thou, Wimawita, and why are you alone in this desolate place?" "I seek the great lake in the top of the mountain to bathe in its limpid waters," he answered. "There would I also go and share your perils." ""T is well," answered Wimawita, "and I will reward your faith in me." Tsileu, inwardly raging, cast a look of hate upon them and sped northward through the land of the Klamaths.

The next day Wimawita and Teulucul journeyed up the river. They came to a large lake and after some distance this gradually narrowed to a small but rapid stream. After a course of some distance through a deep ravine the water again spread out