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CEUISIJ^GS IN THE CASCADES 



culty. And while the angler beguiles the hours in 

 dalliance with these beauties of the river, gazing 

 into its crystalline depths and toying with its poetic 

 denizens, a glance to east or west reveals to him 

 scenes of even grander and more 

 inspiring loveliness; for there, so 

 close as to reveal their every rock 

 and shrub, tower the shapely 

 peaks, the shattered crags and 

 beetling cliffs which constitute ^ 



the Bitter Root range of ,/^SKI^fSSKKJS^' 

 mountains. And even in 

 midsummer the fresh, 

 pure breezes sweep- 

 ing down from 



MID BUSHING WATERS. 



these snow-clad summits fan his parched brow and 

 render existence, under such circumstances, the 

 realization of a poet's dream. 



On a bright, cheery September morning, Private 

 Westbrook, of the Third Infantry, and myself left 



