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which is here a broad stream with a 

 winding course. Our long file of horses 

 passed through a succession of glades 

 where the forest trees came down to 

 the river, alternating with fields of tall 

 grass billowing in the breeze. In these 

 meadows there were several old Indian 



and sunshine gave a cheerful aspect to 

 everything. 



Camp was made in a charming spot 

 after an estimated march of about eight 

 miles. The afternoon was devoted to 

 photograph}- and fishing, but Bryant 

 was unable to catch am 7 trout in the 



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Climbing the Pass 



camps, with their teepee poles standing 

 read} 7 for the next savage visitor. Each 

 open place seemed to offer a new scene, 

 some marvelous cliff reflected in a reedy 

 pool or a long sweep of the river and a 

 distant snow peak, while over all a typ- 

 ical [summer sk}' full of white clouds 



fine stream before our camp, though it 

 had every appearance of being full of 

 fish. If this river is a tributar} 7 of the 

 Elk, it should be full of fish, as the lat- 

 ter is a sportsman's paradise. How- 

 ever, the presence of waterfalls often 

 causes an absence of fish in many 



