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lower altitudes, such as the columbine, larkspur, 

 paintbrush, and others. 



At a turn of the road, before we reached the 

 Pass, we found the most beautiful view of the trip. 

 Looking back we could see nearly the whole 

 extent of Yellowstone Lake, twenty-five miles 

 away, with Mt. Sheridan and the Three Tetons, 

 dim shapes, beyond. Nearer was the course of the 

 Yellowstone, but the Carion Hotel was hidden. 

 Near where it should have been I saw a tiny 

 green semi-circle that puzzled me. With the 

 glass I found that it was the concrete bridge 

 above the Falls, with the green of the water show- 

 ing through the archway. The Upper Falls could 

 be distinctly seen, but the Lower were hidden by 

 the canon. 



Before we reached the point where the road up 

 Mt. Washburne turns off the main road, we over- 

 took the lady in grey who had so put me to shame 

 at the caiion. She was trudging along, bent on 

 making the trip to the top. She made it, through 

 one rain and one snowstorm, and joined us at 

 Camp Roosevelt, about five. 



