﻿March, 
  1907 
  

  

  AMERICAN 
  HOMES 
  AND 
  GARDENS 
  

  

  1 
  1 
  1 
  

  

  A 
  Hut 
  on 
  the 
  Trail, 
  Not 
  Too 
  Far 
  from 
  Civilization 
  

  

  usually 
  for 
  only 
  a 
  part 
  of 
  the 
  way, 
  for 
  a 
  genuine 
  trail 
  is 
  

   subject 
  to 
  constant 
  degeneration. 
  Often 
  avalanches 
  and 
  

   trees 
  blow 
  over 
  it, 
  and 
  whole 
  stretches 
  will 
  be 
  covered 
  with 
  

   broken 
  rock. 
  At 
  other 
  times 
  it 
  shows 
  the 
  blasting 
  effects 
  

   ot 
  some 
  winter 
  snow 
  slide, 
  which 
  in 
  the 
  northern 
  Rockies 
  

   comes 
  with 
  such 
  force 
  that 
  bridges 
  are 
  swept 
  away 
  long 
  

   before 
  the 
  avalanche 
  reaches 
  them. 
  Often 
  mountain 
  streams 
  

   change 
  their 
  course, 
  and 
  in 
  this 
  way 
  alter 
  the 
  trail, 
  and 
  in 
  

   the 
  forest 
  the 
  underbrush 
  will 
  grow 
  so 
  rapidly 
  that 
  the 
  

   pathway 
  will 
  be 
  choked. 
  Many 
  times 
  the 
  trail 
  is 
  blazed, 
  

   but 
  more 
  often 
  no 
  tree 
  is 
  cut 
  and 
  one 
  scrambles 
  over 
  dead 
  

   monarchs 
  of 
  the 
  forest 
  

   which 
  have 
  fallen 
  across 
  

   the 
  pathway 
  and 
  on 
  which 
  

   tender 
  lichens 
  and 
  green 
  

   moss 
  are 
  beginning 
  to 
  

   grow. 
  

  

  They 
  are 
  alluring 
  fea- 
  

   tures 
  of 
  the 
  open, 
  these 
  

   trails 
  which 
  lead 
  to 
  glori- 
  

   ous 
  cliffs 
  and 
  canons, 
  

   through 
  pine-scented 
  for- 
  

   ests, 
  where 
  the 
  birds 
  sing 
  

   sweet 
  antiphones, 
  and 
  the 
  

   sun 
  dances 
  gaily 
  through 
  

   the 
  occasional 
  clearings. 
  

   Whether 
  one 
  attempts 
  to 
  

   scale 
  such 
  tremendous 
  

   heights 
  as 
  Mt. 
  Stephens, 
  Mt. 
  

   Sir 
  Donald, 
  or 
  Cathedral 
  

   Mountain 
  where 
  trained 
  

   guides 
  are 
  necessary, 
  or 
  

   takes 
  such 
  minor 
  climbs 
  as 
  

   the 
  trails 
  afford 
  in 
  the 
  Yoho 
  

   Valley, 
  Saddleback 
  Moun- 
  

   tain, 
  at 
  Lake 
  Louise, 
  or 
  the 
  

   mountains 
  of 
  the 
  Koote- 
  

   nays, 
  the 
  traveler 
  finds 
  a 
  

   variety 
  of 
  grand 
  scenery, 
  

   from 
  icy 
  glaciers 
  to 
  fern- 
  

   dressed 
  canons, 
  from 
  tor- 
  

   rential 
  cataracts 
  to 
  purling 
  

   brooks. 
  One 
  may 
  climb 
  

  

  by 
  sharp 
  pinnacles 
  and 
  fan- 
  

   tastic 
  pilasters, 
  and 
  in 
  the 
  

   blue 
  surface 
  of 
  some 
  moun- 
  

   tain 
  tarn 
  see 
  the 
  reflection 
  

   of 
  magnificent 
  peaks 
  or 
  

   gather 
  the 
  flowers 
  that 
  love 
  

   the 
  heights, 
  those 
  trophies 
  

   of 
  the 
  mountaineer 
  which 
  

   bloom 
  in 
  sheltered 
  spots. 
  

  

  Chief 
  among 
  the 
  charms 
  

   of 
  the 
  Canadian 
  Rocky 
  

   trails 
  are 
  the 
  abundance 
  of 
  

   wild 
  flowers. 
  Around 
  

   Emerald 
  Lake, 
  near 
  Field, 
  

   a 
  charming 
  greenish-blue 
  

   sheet 
  of 
  water, 
  the 
  trail 
  

   leads 
  through 
  tall 
  spruce 
  

   trees 
  and 
  in 
  a 
  half 
  hour, 
  on 
  

   and 
  near 
  it, 
  twenty-five 
  

   different 
  varieties 
  of 
  blos- 
  

   soms 
  have 
  been 
  gathered, 
  a 
  

   wealth 
  of 
  beauty 
  that 
  

   makes 
  the 
  ground 
  seem 
  

   like 
  an 
  Alpine 
  garden. 
  

   There 
  are 
  delicate 
  moccasin 
  

   flowers, 
  heliotrope 
  and 
  

   yellow; 
  gorgeous 
  fields 
  of 
  

   painter's 
  brush; 
  a 
  wild 
  species 
  of 
  Solomon's 
  seal; 
  for-get- 
  

   me-nots, 
  white 
  and 
  blue; 
  large 
  beds 
  of 
  yellow 
  violets; 
  the 
  

   Oregon 
  grape 
  that 
  carpets 
  the 
  ground 
  with 
  rich 
  color; 
  the 
  

   arbutus 
  and 
  yellow 
  columbine 
  — 
  a 
  goodly 
  array 
  that 
  delights 
  

   the 
  heart 
  and 
  refreshes 
  the 
  weary 
  climber. 
  To 
  follow 
  the 
  

   trail 
  around 
  the 
  Lake 
  and 
  into 
  the 
  Yoho 
  Valley 
  and 
  to 
  

   stoop 
  and 
  pluck 
  the 
  wayside 
  flower, 
  or 
  make 
  a 
  short 
  detour 
  

   in 
  search 
  of 
  floral 
  beauties, 
  are 
  delights 
  worth 
  miles 
  of 
  travel. 
  

   Often 
  on 
  a 
  desolate 
  stretch 
  where 
  the 
  avalanche 
  has 
  

   swept 
  the 
  forest 
  trees 
  away, 
  a 
  multitude 
  of 
  forest 
  flowers 
  

   will 
  brighten 
  the 
  trail 
  and 
  lend 
  a 
  charm 
  to 
  what 
  otherwise 
  

  

  A 
  Great 
  Glacier 
  in 
  British 
  Columbia 
  

  

  