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 throated sparrow is there and the chickadee. Squirrels chatter in the tree tops or scamper in the underbrush. The ptarmigan is searching out a place for her new nest. The beaver has come out of his winter quarters and is roaming up and down the streams. Along the great tundra, the mighty herds of barren-ground caribou are stirring restlessly, while wonderful wild flowers bloom on every hillside.

It is very strange what magic the long perpetual sunshine of the continuous summer can do. Flowers which are a rarity in the United States bloom in lavish profusion here within sight of the snowcapped peaks. Many of our favorites, such as the forget-me-not and the gentian, are found filling acres of the lowlands with solid colors, colors deeper and richer than any ever seen in the southland. Wild strawberries of delicious flavor may be had for the picking in the deep valleys with the snowcapped peaks, cool in the distance.

Silversheene and his mate, Gray Wolf,