THE CANON AND ITS GRIZZLIES 



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^ CANON ai^z^ GRIZZLIES I 



NE would never think, in leaving 

 the Lake Hotel, and following 

 the tranquil course of the Yel- 

 lowstone River, that before it 

 lay one of the most wonderful 

 gorges, one of the stormiest and 

 most turbulent passages of any stream in the 

 world. It is the outlet of the lake flowing north- 

 wardly to the Missouri, and we followed it for 

 twenty miles. A placid, domestic sort of a river; 

 no rapids; no falls; just meandering lazily along as 

 though it had little to do and no hurry about 

 that. Nowhere are its banks precipitous, nor 

 its scenery startling. 



Just after you leave the Lake Hotel, across the 

 valley of the Yellowstone, you observe a great hill 

 all white on its side. That is the celebrated 



