194 . BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



Eighteen miles from the Canon Hotel are the 

 Tower Falls, named from the curious tower-like 

 rocks that surround the Tower Creek Canon. 



I am told that the falls are beautiful. 

 Dudgeon told me so. I sent him down to see. 

 No more climbing for me while Dudgeon is around. 

 I just send him out and he reports faithfully. 

 Chuck and Spot went part way, and the Banker 

 even essayed the descent, but soon returned. 

 Dudgeon galloped down and loped back and 

 advised us to go and see them. 



I did not, but you may take Dudgeon's word for 

 it that they are very fine. Just beyond are the 

 basalt cliffs, the only formation of the kind, I 

 believe, in the Park. On the right, across the Canon 

 of the Yellowstone, crowning its top, is a basalt 

 formation two or three miles long and as regular 

 as a fence. In fact, from a distance, it looks like 

 some inclosure. Dudgeon called it the base ball 

 ground. Below, the river runs through a narrow 

 gorge, some five hundred feet deep, with almost 

 perpendicular walls, and on the left is another vast 

 basalt wall. The road had to be quarried 



