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 



