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Title: The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Yard, Robert Sterling, 1861-1945
Subjects: National parks and reserves
Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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sed to point magic sticksat us that made noises like rocks dropping from prec-ipices. Every time that noise was heard a goat died.Then they would climb up and get his poor body. Wenever could understand why. Sometimes we wouldfind blackened sticks where a fire had been burningand bones lying near it. Perhaps they ate goats; wenever knew. It seemed strange that we never foundgoats heads and skins. I think they must have eatenthe heads and skins. But lions dont do that; wenever could understand. ***But dont they point magic sticks at us anymore? asked Rocky nervously. They have not done so for many years. Perhaps they have lost the sticks, Rocky sug-gested. No, said Uncle Waggletoe, they still have them,and sometimes they point them at lions. That is whatmakes your father think they have become our friends.They do not kill any animals nowadays but lions. They travelled west across the Divide and de-scended between bleak white glaciers to the mostbeautiful water that Rocky ever had seen.
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Photograph by Fred H. Riser Avalanche Lake under the Sperry Glacier 104 THE TOP OP THE CONTINENT I dont like to come down as far as this, saidUncle Waggletoe, but I want you to see Lake Bow^manclose by. There is nothing finer in all Goatland. Then they travelled south to the largest sheet ofwater Rocky had ever seen. ***Lake AIcDonald is getting spoiled, said UncleWaggletoe, shaking his whiskers sadly. Too manymen here. Look at that big house where they meet.Theres a second group of houses down the lake andstill another group at the head of the lake. And nowthey have houses floating on the water. Do you seethat one ? It moves as fast as a bird. No, Im goingback to Mount Cleveland. But why? asked Rocky. These creatures donot kill us any more. You say they are our friends.If they are our friends why should we nm aw^ay?The fact is, I rather like to see them moving around.They are interesting. Uncle Waggletoe gazed solemnly at his nephew fora long w^hile. Then he wagged his head slowly an

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