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paring to leave, an enthusiastic young angler, 

 George R. Fisher, — then of Leadville, — told us 

 that another trout we had not seen, a great big 

 fellow with: yellow fins, lived in the depths of the 

 lower lake. 



iThough decidedly skeptical, I was nevertheless TzvinLake 

 induced to go out before sunrise in search of a new ^'^^^owFin 

 species. To my delight we caught some half-dozen 

 fine large specimens weighing from eight to ten 

 pounds. At a hint from Marshall Macdonald, then 

 the excellent United States Commissioner of Fish- 

 eries, we named the new form for him, though the 

 appellation I had originally in mind would have 

 forever associated it with the high clifi^s and eternal 

 snow of the Saguache range, several peaks of which 

 exceed 14,000 feet. It was years before macdonaldi 

 was again brought in by a naturalist. Recently, 

 however, it has been successfully introduced into 

 France from eggs sent out from the Mount Massive 

 hatchery near Leadville. 



Of the many majestic beauties of Colorado, we Uncom- 

 were most impressed by the Uncompahgre Pass, Jf^^^''^ 

 which leads across the great Continental Divide 

 from the huge amphitheater of red rock about 

 Ouray southward to the impressive, dark, and 

 crooked canyon of the Rio de las Animas Perdidas, 

 "the river of lost souls." Every foot of the way 

 from Ouray over to Silverton and Durango is wild 

 and grand to a superlative degree. Through Lost 

 Souls' Canyon we went on the top of a freight car, 

 a position which insured a succession of unob- 

 structed views. 



At Alamosa, on the headwaters of the Rio Grande 

 in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, we met a livery- 



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