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Title: Touring Alaska and the Yellowstone
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Taylor, Charles M. (Charles Maus), 1849-
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G.W. Jacobs & Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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hat merciless fell, like tomahawks, to work. Scenes like these are the white stones of a life-time. About two thousand five hundred feetabove the valley, on the side of this mountain, mostpicturesque and magnificent, a small house may beseen, with a tunnel close by. This is, we learned,a silver mine, whose owners, it would seem, needhave no fear of tramps or thieves, for the narrowroad leading to it is perilous enough to deter themost hardy villain from the attempt. One never grows weary of contemplating thesegigantic mountains, and for those wishing to makethe ascent, there are always reliable guides. Thisis a popular station, providing good accommoda-tions for tourists or more permanent guests. Thegrounds have been embellished with fountains andartistic flower beds, and present an attractive ap-pearance. Shortly after leaving this section, wecame within sight of the famous Selkirk Range.These mountains are no less grand and picturesquethan the Rockies. As we steam along, their giant
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Devils Head Canon, Near Lake Minkewanka See page 53 Among the Giants 71 forms rise up massive and lofty on every side.Glaciers and mirror like lakes glitter like greatjewels upon their slopes, and ever as in a kaleido-scope, the harmonies of color present different ef-fects in the glowing sunlight or beneath the varyingshadows of the clouds idly floating over theirheads. Now the silence is broken by the crash of aglacier which has edged its way too close to thesteep precipice over which it leans. Now a rushingtorrent bids us watch its course over bushes andstones, laughing in the sunlight, darkling in theshadow, whirling over our heads, vanishing be-neath our feet, then dancing away arm in arm witha comrade to hide in the forest, and bursting forthafar off with mirthful mocking voice that growsfainter and fainter as restraining its wild exuberanceit falls into the decorum of life in the valley. Wenever weary of gazing about us — never ceasewondering at the awful summits that rise ab

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