WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



we reached the neighbourhood of the Tower Falls, 

 where the scenery is wonderful, even in this Valley of 

 Wonders. 



Looking down from an elevation of several hundred 

 feet, we could see a number of huge pinnacles of black 

 rock standing up like giant sentinels in the canyon 

 below. For three-quarters of a mile we drove parallel to 

 the river, a fresh marvel meeting our eyes at every turn 

 of the road, then we reached our camping-ground, which 

 rejoiced in the curious name of Yancey. Still, despite 

 its name, Yancey has its good points. I did not see 

 them myself, but Dick Randall assured me that in 

 winter it is no uncommon thing to find twenty-five 

 thousand elk in the neighbourhood. 



At this place we suddenly fell in with a party 

 of fifty mounted tourists. After crossing the Yellow- 

 stone River we all made a five hours' trek to another 

 camp, which I was informed was within reach of the 

 feeding-ground of the largest herd of buffalo on the 

 continent. That evening, whilst strolling round, I 

 came upon a beavers' dam again. I tried to get some 

 pictures of these wonderful little fellows at work, but, 

 as in Canada, I was once more doomed to disappoint- 

 ment. They did not come out until the light was too 

 poor for photography. 



In the morning we rode across the mountains to 

 the spot where the buffalo were feeding. I discovered 

 that the post of keeper is no sinecure there. One man 



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