98 . BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



So that morning, when we aw^oke at Yellow- 

 stone, in that sparkling atmosphere, and saw the 

 big red coaches come dashing up, the four horses 

 wheeling with mathematical precision to the plat- 

 form, we felt a glow, a thrill of anticipation, that 

 no mere railroad trip could possibly give. 



You are allowed but twenty- five pounds of 

 baggage, and it is a question of sorting and 

 leaving. .For myself, I elected to travel in a 

 riding suit of heavy cords, none too heavy in that 

 climate. Up there in the Park people are still 

 talking about my trousers. They were made by 

 a high-class tailor, the first he ever made, and I 

 think he got the pattern out of The Ladies^ Hovie 

 Journal. Never has there been such a sartorial 

 creation. The rear and front elevations are 

 precisely alike, so that, at a distance, it is impos- 

 sible to tell whether I am coming or going. 



My party, besides myself, consisted of The Lady, 

 the Little Lady, the Banker and Chuck and Spot. 

 These last-named are not, as you might think, two 

 setter pups, but a couple of college boys with all 

 the peculiarities, implications and trimmings that 

 go with the college boy. And speaking of clothes, 



