A LOST MOOSE 75 



An early start the following morning took 

 us up the stony bed of a tortuous creek. We 

 saw a few fresh grizzly bear tracks made by a 

 mother and two cubs. The mother had been 

 digging in gopher holes and evidently with 

 success, as a little blood here and there near 

 the mounds she had piled up showed that she 

 had sent her teeth through more than one 

 gopher. The wind being in our favor, a keen 

 watch was kept upon her trail, yet we saw 

 nothing of her. 



In the afternoon we passed through a can- 

 yon. In the ages that are gone the present 

 stream flowed through a channel, the marks 

 of which were plainly in sight on the rocky 

 face seventy-two feet higher than the one in 

 use at present. One day the pressure of water 

 from melting snow and ice became so irre- 

 sistibly great that a large section of solid rock 

 was swept away, and the broken rocks were 

 carried or shoved along in the lap of the flood 

 and deposited miles below. But the dam was 

 broken, and now the stream tears through a 

 channel that once was a rocky barrier seventy- 

 two feet in height. We camped at the lower 

 end of the canyon for the night. 



The next day was ushered in with a fierce 

 snow storm which came in intermittent gusts 



