96 SHORT STALKS 



A few hundred yards off a lovely little lake reflected 

 the full height of the Teton Peaks — separated from us by 

 the wide flat of the Snake River valley. This was the 

 only mountain which I saw which could be described 

 as Alpine in character. Indeed, this double peak is 

 described by visitors to the Park, from which it is 

 distinctly visible, as the Matterhorn of America. There 

 was not another of the so-called peaks which came in 

 our way, to the top of which I could not have ridden a 

 horse with little trouble. On the lake in the foreo-round 

 waded and paddled a great quantity of wild fowl — cranes, 

 ducks, the beautiful green-winged teal — and a tiny white 

 mark on the very imperfect photograph which I took 

 represents two wild swans which lazily swam almost 

 wdthin gunshot, though my camera was on so small a 

 scale that my friends are sceptical. 



This camera helped to pass the time, though it did 

 not produce satisfactory results. We could not carry so 

 fragile an article as a dark lantern, and as there was a 

 ftxint light in the tent even at midnio-ht, a chano-e of 

 plates had to be eftected by the sense of touch inside 

 a sewn-up blanket. On our return some strange results 

 were developed — such as a picture exposed on the back 

 instead of the front of the plate, and thus reversed. "We 

 tried to keep strict account of the slides which had been 

 exposed — not always with success. Gerald, returning to 

 camp, and fired with artistic ardour, would superimpose 

 a great visionary horse, or cooking pot, on the sky of a 

 lovely landscape which had taken my fancy an hour 

 before. 



In spite of the weather we did some hunting, but 



