WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



film of a woodchuck. During the greater part of our 

 stay rain was failing in torrents, and there were several 

 severe thunder-storms. On the whole, I was glad when I 

 was able to start on the next stage of my tour, which 

 was to the Yellowstone Lake. On our way thither 

 we had a very narrow escape. We had turned off the 

 road, about half a mile, to look at the Lonestar geyser, 

 which plays for some ten minutes every four hours, and 

 were just turning back, when a large bear ran right 

 across our path, giving the horses a very bad fright. 

 Fortunately, however, we managed to get them in hand 

 again before any serious damage was done. 



I was glad to find that our route took us over the 

 Continental Divide. Here, right on the very crest 

 of the range is a small pool of water fed by a 

 spring. Strangely enough, it has two outlets, one 

 flowing westwards, and ultimately reaching the Pacific 

 Ocean, the other eastwards, finding its way into the 

 Atlantic. 



All that day rain fell in torrents, and at last we 

 decided to camp for the night. The conditions were 

 not exactly cheerful. We were drenched to the skin, 

 and, to make matters worse, the air was bitterly cold. 

 In the morning the rain was still pouring down, so 

 I put in my time developing some snapshots, only to 

 find that I could not get them dry. It was late when 

 we made a start, and night was already falling as we 

 reached the lake shore, so we did not push on to the 



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