CHAPTER XV 



INTO WYOMING 



BEAR LAKE is one of the most beautiful 

 lakes in the West, and therefore in the 

 world. The water has a greenish tinge 

 and is so clear as to be perfectly transparent. 

 The pebbly beaches reach down with a gentle 

 slope and are washed white by the pure waters. 

 Innumerable wild fowl hover above or float 

 contentedly upon the bosom of the lake. Trout 

 by thousands may be seen where streams empty 

 into it. Had the sage brush on the mountains 

 paralleling it on either side been fir trees, it 

 would have been a counterpart of some of the 

 Labrador lakes that I have known. 



Morning came frosty, with a cloudless sky, 

 and was followed by a day perfect beyond com- 

 pare. My ride down the shore of Bear Lake 

 atoned fully for every disagreeable feature of 

 the trip that had gone before. 



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