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to be. These beautiful and likely spots were to be 

 found at the bottom of every gulch, and could well 

 be described as Scott paints a Highland glen : 



" Higher yet, the pine-tree hung 

 His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, 

 Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, 

 His boughs athwart the narrowed sky. 

 Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, 

 Where glist'ning streamers waved and danced, 

 The wanderer's eye could barely view 

 The summer heaven's delicious blue ; 

 So wondrous wild, the whole might seem 

 The scenery of a fairy dream." 



From gulches like this one would suddenly come to a 

 weird canon, whose rugged and time-worn sides were 

 littered with the debris of one of Nature's titanic 

 struggles : 



" Crags, knolls, and mounds confusedly hurled, 

 The fragments of an earlier world." 



The negotiation of these caTwns was generally a hard 

 day's work, and but that our pack-horses were Avell 

 inured to mountain work, one might wonder how 

 one ever got along at all. At last, after three days' 

 solid travelling, we reached a vast open park, called 

 Bison Park, possibly because, on the lucus a non 

 lucendo principle, there never were any bison there, 

 but there ought to have been. However, there was 

 plenty of feed for the horses, and the ranges had a 

 good name as the haunts of wapiti. 



About October 10th we had a heavy fall of snow, 



