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A Turning Pomt 125our tent, there grew several varieties of aster and there were masses of the beautifulyellow poppy among the gray stones. Indeed, throughout that day, the florahad been full of interest. After such a good day we felt that we had plenty ofreserve energy, but we retired into the willows and took our nip of brandy as aprecautionary measure.'Just to keep our spirits up," said Gwen, who could always enjoy and hold herliquor. As for me, I detested brandy, but on that journey I looked on it as ameans to an end and after all the end was not yet in sight.There was the portage over the Divide ahead of us, then there would be theparting with our guides on the other side of La Pierre House, our lone journeydown to Old Crow and, finally, the Ramparts and the rapids. Although we werebeginning to feel a quiet confidence in ourselves, there was no question, when wetook our nip of brandy among the willows, of premature rejoicing at success.