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Continental Divide twice. We crossed Two 

 Ocean Pond, an exquisite little mountain mirror 

 broidered with superb Cape Cod pond lilies, 

 whence the waters drain both ways, to the 

 Atlantic and to the Pacific. Something I recall ot 

 wayside jest and laughter, of college stories that 

 made the Little Lady shriek with mirth; of old 

 songs resung and of nfew stories retold — things 

 that made Dull Care go hide himself, and poor, old, 

 crippled, age- worn life go jigging down the muddy 

 highway to long forgotten tunes. At last, and 

 all too soon, we turned the hill and saw, far below 

 us, Yellowstone Lake — a peculiar, mysterious, 

 body of water lying far up among giant moun- 

 tains, 7741 feet above sea level. It is the largest 

 body of water in the world at that altitude, or, if 

 you prefer it the other way, it is the highest lake 

 of its size. Only Lake Titicaca and Lake Tahoe 

 are higher, I believe. 



It has a shore line of a hundred miles and an 

 area of 139 square miles. Its waters are fed 

 mainly from the melting snows of the Absaroka 

 Range and various thermal springs that are 



