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5 In my Yellowstone expedition, just ended, I had a delightful experience. Our party of 5, including as its head a genial,
gentle, kindly boy of 76 years, whom I should like to have you meet, traveled by private camping outfit through the park,
lingering at will, to Jackson's lake, Wyoming, some 25 miles south of the park. There we abode, in tents and happy. 16 beautiful
days, then back through the park by another route, so seeing most of its wonders. Greatest of all, to me, was a band of thousands
of elk, grazing, lying down in ruminant peace, whistling , and all this without the dear of man. It was good to be there.
Since my return I have again read your beautiful chapter on the Yellowstone, and this time in full contact with every word
and point it contains. But aside from the Yellowstone park, I had a sweet time on Jackson's Lake; and among the peaks and
giant gulches and deep snowfields of the noble Teton range. The grouse fairly walked about my feet. The deer came up to our
door and grazed. The elk and the bear were plentiful all about us, and we could hardly set down our feet without stepping
in their tracks, while the grandeur of the mountains and the beauty of the waters were all about us. it was a noble recreation
spell, and I came back from it almost as well and young as I was before I went to California last November in pursuit of
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