We could see nor hear nothing of Archibald, whose parting glimpse had aroused my concern, so I hurried in the direction of his disappearance, crying out his name. Leaning against a big tree I put my hands to my mouth and helloed so loud that my voice echoed through the swamp, when I was surprised at his voice so near me saying, "What in the d-v-l do you want?" "Where are you, Archibald?" "Here I am, up here." "Oh, yes, come down." "Did you kill him, Mr. Richardson?" "Yes, he is dead." "Did he catch anybody?" "No, he was not after anyone. Come down out of that tree." "Not after anyone? What is the use of your lying. If you had not shot him he would have had me in two more jumps. Is there any more of them?" "No, there is not. He was not after you. He was running to get away from the dogs. You know I had no gun. It was the Indians who shot him. Come down here! Come down! Here is the gun which you threw away." "I am in no particular hurry to come down. Say, Richardson, tell me how long you expect to stay in this God-forsaken country?" "Oh, about three weeks more. Why? Do you not like Alaska?" "Alaska is all right, but you are so bull-headed, taking a fellow into such a hole as this. Besides, there is nothing to see here." "Haven't you seen an avalanche?" "Avalanche? Nothing but stones rolling down hill." "And you've seen a glacier." "Glacier? Nothing but a chunk of ice." "And a bear right in the woods. Your friends will be glad to hear about----" "Now grin, Mr. Richardson! Sit there and hold your sides to keep from bursting with laughter. I swear if I did not know anymore than you do I would never compose a book. I did think a brief account of this trip might be interesting, but no one would care for the minute details as you would give them. At least, I hope they will not get into print until after I am dead." "Why, Archibald, when you get home you will enjoy telling your friends all about your adventures and hair-breath escapes, how bravely you faced----" "Oh, you get out! Let us go to the landing and get some more dodgers fried in bear's tallow, that you enjoy so much." We stood in silence a moment, when he put his hand kindly on my shoulder as he said: "Mr. Richardson, you must not think I mean everything I say, but I'm so terribly wrought up. The glacier was so much different from what I expected, and I was afraid you might get hurt up there alone. Then the landslide startled me awfully, for I thought the whole mountain was coming down, and that the world might be coming to an end, and, oh, how this bear did frighten me. I presume I shall laugh about it when I get home, but I cannot get up a smile now."