EXPLORING KNOX MOUNTAIN 
where we stayed nights. On the other side, 
eastward, the high winds of winter had 
carried the snow in vast quantities, creating 
a field of it, from the foot of which, far 
below, a beautiful glacier emerged. Down 
the snowfield and glacier also we rolled 
great blocks of stone. Still below the 
glacier was a mass of timber, the wildness 
of the gorge attracting grizzly bears, so 
the place was known as ‘‘Grizzly Gorge.” 
Down into its silent depths we longingly 
looked, wishing we might see a silvertip, 
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but none showed up. A few days later, on 
the other side of Trout Lake,as Dr. Janette 
and I were sauntering along the trail alone, 
the guide having gone ahead to prepare 
supper for us at the cabin, we heard, a 
hundred yards or two above us in the thick 
bushes a deep guttural ‘‘Gna-r-r, gna-r-r,”’ 
a sound which made us quicken our foot- 
steps for half an hour. The guide said it 
was undoubtedly a grizzly. 
Here on the mountain top we were told 
we might see mountain goats, since the 
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