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THE MUSEUxM. 



View of Snake River, Jackson's Hole, Wyoming. 



of snow, a maf,mificent sight. Here a 

 golden opportunity was missed. At 

 noon we prepared to make a trial for 

 ducks. As we started out for camp, 

 it was observed how clearly the Tetons 

 showed up in the distance, every canon 

 being visible. At first I turned back 

 to take a picture, but fearing if would 

 cause the others to delay also, con- 

 cluded to wait until our return to 

 camp. Alas! we did not return until 

 the sun had long since sunk behind the 

 mountains, and the next morning the 

 photographer was so busy that nothing 

 could be done. 



The park is the home of water fowl 

 of all kinds. Ducks there are by the 

 thousands. They rear their young in 

 the grass and swamps, and the yonng 

 may be stumbled upon almost any 

 place where the grass is tall. Geese 

 fly overhead at all hours of the day. 

 Cranes and hawks are in sight most of 



the time. Marmots live in the cracks 

 of the lava rocks. Brine squirrels sit 

 in the branches and chatter at the 

 passersby. Sage hens, in flocks of 

 fifty or more may be flushed frequent- 

 ly. Grouse, beautiful blue grouse, 

 may be had by a little tramp in the 

 mountains. Upon the summits of the 

 mountain ridges elk in abundance may 

 be found. And at one's very tent 

 door the river is full of fish. They 

 are the beautiful and sweet-tasting 

 mountain trout, and lo see them is 

 enough to pay for days of toil, but to 

 eat them is an experience one can 

 never forget and loves to dwell on, if 

 only in memory. After our return we 

 would frequently say to each other, 

 "Ah, those days and nights upon the 

 Snake." 



Just as we come out of the woods 

 into the level river basin we pass a 

 swamp or lake, a half-mile in diam 



