the climbing world, and to many members of the S.M.C. Mrs Parker gives us, not only much valuable letterpress, but five maps, and many charming photographs. Among these should be mentioned those of the stupendous icefall of the Illecillewaet Glacier, the yellow adder's tongue, and white-flowered rhododendron; the black bear and whistling marmot, who enliven the woods and glaciers of this wonderful country; and of the fine dog “Fritz,” who after climbing many Selkirk peaks was killed on the north side of the Geikie Glacier by a fall of 700 feet. Mrs Parker rightly chronicles the plucky ascents by her daughter, Miss Jean Parker, of Mount Sir Donald (1907) and of Mount Tupper (1908). In each case Miss Parker was accompanied by Feuz, the Interlaken guide, who seems to have settled at Glacier House. WILL. C. SMITH.

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JULY, a year ago, at Sligachan ended with stormy weather -a crowning indignity in that summer of grace 1911and has left memories of mild but recuperating activities, wrigglings in the Eagle's Nest chimney, route-finding on misty, wind-swept bealachs, wanderings in Coruisk with the squalls chasing each other in spindrift up the loch, and many, many wadings in Glen Sligachan. Acquaintanceship with the summits themselves was renewed on Bruach na Frithe under the guidance of my parents, and it was a great delight to realise that one's ideas of the Cuillin, far from having become exaggerated through time, had been much modified-probably owing to impressions received in the meanwhile from photographs—and that the peaks soar up more boldly, the ridges are narrower, and the depths more profound than one dared to hope. And certainly the rock is as aggressively tenacious as ever. On one occasion coming off Sgurr nan Gillean an important. part of my raiment was left behind-or (to speak more correctly), perhaps, was not left behind-to the infinite worry of the friend who accompanied me. The rent seemed to me but the size of a man's hand, to him it apparently barely covered the horizon.

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For long it had been a secretly cherished hope to show my people some of the fascinations of Glen Brittle, and it was with no little joy that it was found possible for them to spend a week there.

The night of our arrival was made memorable by a most wonderful sunset with a deep crimson afterglow, in which the hearts of the great corries smouldered like rubies. It was the first and most brilliant of a series of beautiful sunset effects which occurred during the week.

The unexpected and opportune appearance on a first visit to Skye of two Sassenachs, driven by the inclement weather from a camping project in Coruisk to take shelter in Glen Brittle, enabled an early raid to be made on the now famous Cioch a' Sgumain. Owing to a hopelessly damaged boot one of the two had to forego climbing for the day, get a "beastie" and ride over to Carbost to find what the local supply could provide.

It was drizzling, and the corries were filled with mist when we started, but the end of the terrace leading under the huge slab was soon discovered. Fortunately neither my companion nor myself had noted particularly in any account we had seen of the Cioch the details of its geography, so that the first part of the day besides delightful climbing in unique rock scenery had all the added zest of exploration. Having climbed the slab by the cracks immediately under the east side of the Cioch, we eventually continued upward by the Eastern Gully, in the upper part of which the guide failed in his first attempt on the big chock-stone, and was promptly extricated by the visitor. As we mounted, the mist rose slowly also, so by the time we crossed from Sgurr Sgumain over the upper part of Coir' a' Ghrunnda to the Tearlach-Dubh ridge, the horizon was clear all round. Sgurr Alasdair was reached by the Gap, and on the summit the visitor's quiet but thorough enjoyment of the magic blendings of sea, and hill, and sky was much appreciated. At the foot of the Stone Shoot the returned horseman was found in boots many sizes too big for him. The party then lingered restfully among the great whalebacks, absorbing the extraordinary ruggedness of Coire Lagan, and examining the ice-markings all around.