GLACIER NATIONAL PARK 



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To the west, on the eastern slope, is a smaller hanging 

 glacier, from the blue white face of which small streams 

 tumble down the almost vertical face of the mountain to 

 the canyon floor below. It is truly difficult to leave the 

 place, and the regrets of departure are sharp until the 

 descent of the northern side of the pass is begun. 



From here the trail swings around the base of the 

 Garden Wall, as it is called, and follows the course of 

 Cataract Creek. From one point in the trail just below 

 Mt. Gould this stupendous cliff rises to a height of over 

 4,000 feet above the trail, forming a precipice that com- 

 petes favorably with the heights to be found in Yosemite 

 and Whitney country, with the added advantage that the 

 rock is richly colored in deep red and purple hues. There 

 is no bit of trail in the Park that is more beautiful 

 than the lower reaches of the trail along Cataract Creek 

 which emerges onto the floor of the canyon by Lake 



NELLY NO-CHIEF 



So yclept in spite of the American repugnance for hyphenation, has no 

 dread of the camera, nor does she wear a costume in keeping with 

 her title. The Blackfeet Indian maidens are in general rather more 

 attractive than any of the tribes in the Northwest. 



Josephine and McDermott Lake. At the latter place the 

 Great Northern Railroad Company has this year com- 

 pleted a hotel which is considerably larger than the one 

 at Glacier Park Station. It faces to the west, over- 

 looking Lake McDermott, and, as the evening draws 

 on, lies in the shadow of Mt. Grinnell. From this point 

 there are several side trips to be taken that are astound- 

 ingly beautiful. There is the trip over Swift Current 



Pass to Granite Park, the trail of which passes along 

 a series of unnamed lakes and climbs to the summit of 

 the Divide to a point about seven miles from Lake 

 McDermott. All along this trip one is apt at any time 

 to discover here and there on the apparently vertical 

 faces of the cliffs scrambling goats that seem to be creep- 

 ing likes flies up the mountain sides, or to flush a grouse, 

 or disturb the peaceful meditations of a ptarmigan hen. 



THE INDIANS OF THE PARK 



The Indians of the Blackfeet Reservation congregate about the Glacier 

 Park Hotel and display none of that repugnance for photography 

 that is almost invariably encountered amongst the Indians of other 

 tribes. 



From Granite Camp a new trail has recently been built, 

 leading down to the upper end of Lake McDonald, and it 

 is now practical and feasible to cross the Great Divide 

 by a route other than the one over Gunsight Pass. 



Another most interesting trip is the short one to Ice- 

 berg Lake, about seven miles from Many Glacier Hotel 

 on Lake McDermott. The trail follows along Wilbur 

 Creek, turning at the first main fork toward the west, 

 and winds up the small canyon to the little lake that lies 

 in a cirque below the crest of the Divide. On the west- 

 ern edge of the lake a glacier dips its toes into the pale 

 blue waters and now and then fills the canyon with the 

 roar of falling icebergs. The sight of one of these 

 huge bergs of ice falling into the sparkling water is one 

 that is not easily forgotten. It was my good fortune to 

 emerge onto the level of the lake just as a berg broke 

 off from the face of the great glacier and fell into the 



