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or the tinkle of the bell on the picket 

 horse, denoting all well there. This 

 camp brings to mind more beauties of 

 nature than any I have had. The 

 waters of Buffalo River are more beau- 

 tiful than any stream I have ever seen, 

 not excepting the beautiful and pictur- 

 esque Lou Lou river in Montana, on 

 whose banks I once spent a fortnight. 

 Up and down we wandered, looking at 

 it from every point of view, now look- 

 ing up the stream from the top of the 

 basaltic bluffs, now looking down from 

 a different point ef view. Again we 

 climb down to the water's edge, and 

 try to tempt the speckled beauties 

 with a patent fly. Everyone enjoyed 

 the camp to the fullest extent. No 

 fewer than six pictures were taken. 

 All were good save one. Alas! Our 

 cozy camp, which we so much desired, 

 failed to "take." 



Early the following morning we 

 struck camp. An hour's drive and 

 we crossed the Buffalo River at a clear 

 ford, with a moderate current. On 

 the road we flushed a flock of young 

 pheasants (Boiiasa) and captured sev- 

 eral. A fine marmot was also taken. 

 The day was good for shooting, and 

 numerous birds were killed. These 

 consisted of sage hens, a blue heron, 

 an Indian hen, a hell diver, several 

 ducks, and a Jwainson's buzzard. 



Early in the afternoon we reached 

 the level plain bordering Henry Lake 

 on the east, and the first thing our 

 mess wagon stuck fast in the mud, up 

 to the hubs. Our drivers were true 

 mouintaineers, aud soon had us out. 

 This level plain extends some 15 miles 

 from Henry Lake eastward and is full 

 of geological interest. It would be 

 useless to attempt to describe fully 

 every place of interest, for every 



mountain and valley would take a 

 couple of articles. SufSce it for the 

 present to say that we traveled slowly 

 along this level plateau, whose altitude 

 is about 6500 feet, passed several ter- 

 races, no doubt the remains of ancient 

 glacial action, crossed numerous 

 streams that are invisible until one 

 comes to the very bank, and early in 

 the evening pitched camp in the canon 

 on the road leading to the Park. 



This camp was an ideal spot, but 

 unfortunately the wind was very high, 

 so that little could be done, either in 

 collecting or photography. Ascending 

 the butte on the west of the road, 

 we had a beautiful view of the level 

 plain over which we had come, the 

 lake and the mountains on every side. 

 The sun was just slipping behind the 

 crags in the west. Great banks of 

 cumulus clouds lay above the peaks, 

 and were set aglow by the departing 

 sun's rays with such fire as to eclipse 

 any previous view anywhere. After 

 photographing the clouds, the lake, 

 the plain, and camp, we descended 

 and were prepared to devour the plate 

 of hot biscuits the cooks had prepared. 



A half day was spent at R. W. 

 Rock's Elk farm, where may be seen 

 a herd of 100 or more Elk, of all ages, 

 a tame Moose, a Lynx, a pair of young 

 Buffalo, a Rocky Mountain Sheep or 

 Bighorn, a flock of Swan, etc. It was 

 a regular menagerie, and well worth a 

 visit. The Bighorn was a beautiful 

 specimen, clean and trim in appear- 

 ance, with a proud step and a haughty 

 bearing. His horns were large and 

 massive. He held his head erect and 

 walked straight toward the door when 

 it was opened. He had no respect for 

 individuals, and would have tramped 

 right over the crowd to escape, if giv- 



