ONE of the best play-exhibitions that I have 

 ever enjoyed was that of a grizzly juggling 

 with an eight-foot log in a mountain stream. In 

 examining the glaciation of the Continental Di- 

 vide, five or six miles west of Long's Peak, I came 

 out of the woods into a little meadow by the East 

 Inlet of Grand Lake, where I saw the grizzly and 

 the log, rolling and tumbling in the water. The log 

 bobbed and plunged about as the bear struggled 

 with it in the swift current. 



The big, shaggy grizzly, wild and gray, fitted 

 into the wild mountain scene. A peak bristling with 

 ledges and dotted with snow towered in the blue 

 sky behind. Down the steep incline of the peak the 

 clear, cold stream came with subdued roar, as it 

 rushed the inclines and the rapids of its solid rock- 

 cut channel. The opposite wall of the canon was of 

 glacier-polished granite, while behind me the wall 

 rose steeply, covered with a crowded growth of 

 towering spruce. It was a grand wilderness play- 

 ground. 



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