AND OTHER HUNTING ADVENTURES. 77 



Half a foot of snow had lately fallen on the tops of 

 these mountains, and a warm, southwest wind and 

 the bright sun were now sending it down into the 

 river in numerous plunging streams of crystal fluid. 

 For thousands of years these miniature torrents have, 

 at frequent intervals, tumbled down here, and in all 

 that time have worn but slight notches in the rocky 

 walls. 



Shrubs have grown up along and over these 

 small waterways, and as the little rivulets come 

 coursing down, dodging hither and thither under over- 

 hanging clumps of green foliage, leaping from crag 

 to crag and curving from right to left and from left 

 to right, around and among frowning projections of 

 invulnerable rock, glinting and sparkling in the sun- 

 light, they remind one of silvery satin ribbons, tossed 

 by a summer breeze, among the brown tresses of 

 some winsome maiden. I took several views of these 

 little waterfalls, but their transcendent beauty can 

 not be intelligently expressed on a little f our-by-five 

 silver print. 



Several larger streams also put into the Harrison, 

 that come from remote fastnesses, and seem to carve 

 their way through great mountains of granite. Their 

 shores are lined with dense growths of conifers, and 

 afford choice retreats for deer, bears, and other wild 

 animals. 



At three o'clock in the afternoon we rounded a 

 high point of rocks that jutted out into the river, 

 and another beautiful picture another surprise, in 

 this land of surprises lay before us. Harrison 

 Lake, nestling among snowy peaks and dotted with 

 basaltic islands, reflected in its peaceful depths the 



