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avalanches great enough to choke the pass 

 and fill up the chain of lakelets. But soon its 

 beauties came to view, and I bounded lightly 

 from rock to rock, admiring the polished 

 bosses shining in the slant sunshine with 

 glorious effect in the general roughness of 

 moraines and avalanche taluses, even toward 

 the head of the canon near the highest foun- 

 tains of the ice. Here, too, are most of the 

 lowly plant people seen yesterday on the 

 other side of the divide now opening their 

 beautiful eyes. None could fail to glory in 

 Nature's tender care for them in so wild a 

 place. The little ouzel is flitting from rock 

 to rock along the rapid swirling Canon 

 Creek, diving for breakfast in icy pools, and 

 merrily singing as if the huge rugged ava- 

 lanche-swept gorge was the most delightful 

 >f all its mountain homes. Besides a high 

 fall on the north wall of the canon, appar- 

 ently coming direct from the sky, there are 

 many narrow cascades, bright silvery ribbons 

 zigzagging down the red cliffs, tracing the 

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