A PANORAMA OF THE FINEST TYPE OF SCENIC LAND SURROUNDS FOX LAKJfc UJN THE BEARTOOTH 



FOREST RECREATION DEPARTMENT 



ARTHUR H. CARHART, EDITOR 



THE LAND OF THE BEARTOOTH 



BY FOREST OFFICERS OF THE BEARTOOTH NATIONAL FOREST 



LITTLE imagination is necessary to conjure up the 

 scene which probably surrounded the christening of 

 Beartooth Mountain. The Crow tribe was moving 

 into new hunting grounds. The white men had alloted 

 them a last place to inhabit which after a fashion they 

 could call their own. Picture the incident occurring on a 

 bright fall 

 morning when 

 crisp frost made 

 leaves rustle 

 under horse 

 hoof ; or if you 

 prefer think of 

 the day as 

 misty with only 

 a glimpse of 

 the mountains 

 coming when 

 between great 

 soft clouds the 

 wind tore rifts 

 in the moist 

 blanket, which 

 hung on slope 

 and crag. Per- 

 haps as one 

 such rent in the 

 misty curtain 

 occurred the sun flashed brightly on the top of a great 

 peak lifting its head far above the clouds at its foot. It 

 was this first glimpse of the great mountain which so 

 resembled a gigantic tooth of a bear that gave it the name. 

 For the Crow Indians named the peak when they first 

 e to this forest region and from the peak the range 



LIKE MYSTIC SHIPS THESE TINY ISLANDS SPRING FROM THE SURFACE OF ROCK ISLAND 



LAKE IN THE BEARTOOTH 



and the National Forest get the name "Beartooth." No 

 fame is broadcast which brings to all the knowledge 

 that the Beartooth is a great national playground. Per- 

 haps to this moment but few know of its existence, but 

 those who have visited the delightful areas within this 

 great scenic forest know it to be one of the most pic- 

 turesque, one 

 of trie most 

 leasing of 

 places to get a 

 real outdoor 

 vacation. 



So, Mr. Citi- 

 zen, meet your 

 Beartooth Na- 

 tional Forest. 



The Bear- 

 tooth is not a 

 place for those 

 who will take 

 their vacation 

 time listening 

 to jazz bands 

 every night. 

 There are no 

 bright lights in 

 luxurious hotel 

 lobbies nor 

 dress suit to struggle with. The music that is there is 

 of the wind skooting around snaggy rock-topped moun- 

 tains or sifting through the tops of giant needle-clad 

 trees. And the bright lights are from God's stars which 

 shine like lustrous gems set in dark blue. And the suit 

 that is proper dress is of flannel and khaki and leather, 



