After Wapiti in Wyoming 
sunset, a fine band of elk came out on the 
mossy shores of the pond and frisked and 
played for some time. The old bull would 
hook and prod the cows, and occasionally 
call, getting answers from nearly every point 
of the compass. The next day we skirted 
Heart Lake on the westerly side as far as the 
inlet, then through and over the curious hot- 
spring formation for a couple of miles. 
Heart Lake is a charming sheet of water, 
nestling as it does among these heavily tim- 
bered mountains, and it is said to have an 
abundance of fine trout. While riding along 
the shore I often saw a good-sized fish shoot 
from the shallow out into deep water. There 
were a great many ducks and geese in and 
about the inlet, and one flock of geese offered 
a most tempting shot. My pack from Heart 
Lake to the Hot Springs on the shores of 
Yellowstone Lake was very tedious, as we 
found no drinking-water on the trail. The 
day was warm, and I looked forward to my 
arrival at Yellowstone Lake with anticipated 
pleasure in the drink of spring water which I 
was to have that night; but on arriving I 
found the spring dried up and nothing but lake 
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