. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. hite river downthere. That river, said Uncle Tom, is a thousand feetbelow where we stand. It is very deep and Great Fall up-stream there is twice as high asNiagara Falls. Goodness! cried Margaret. It doesnt seemso high. It is because it is two miles away, said UncleTom. Then, too, this Grand Canyon of the Yellow-stone is so vast that even the biggest things seem course, it is not nearly so big as the Grand Canyonof the Colorado River, in Arizona; nevertheless thereis no canyon in the worl
. The top of the continent; the story of a cheerful journey through our national parks. hite river downthere. That river, said Uncle Tom, is a thousand feetbelow where we stand. It is very deep and Great Fall up-stream there is twice as high asNiagara Falls. Goodness! cried Margaret. It doesnt seemso high. It is because it is two miles away, said UncleTom. Then, too, this Grand Canyon of the Yellow-stone is so vast that even the biggest things seem course, it is not nearly so big as the Grand Canyonof the Colorado River, in Arizona; nevertheless thereis no canyon in the world that equals this one for theimmense variety and delicacy of its colors. I understand why they call it the Yellowstone, allright, said Jack. Its mostly all yellow. Morans big painting in the Capitol at Washingtonshows it practically all yellow, said Uncle so it is when you look at it as a whole. It isonly when we look right down into it that we can seethe thousand other shades and tints of the rock andsand. I dont wonder they call this spot InspirationPoint, said Aunt Copyright by llaynes, St. Paul Upper Fall of the Yellowstone 68 THE TOP OF THE CONTINENT Theres your Yale blue, cried Jack suddenly. ** Where ? Where ? they all asked, gazing downwardinto the depths. Look up, said Jack. They all looked up at the azure canopy of sky cov-ering the whole gorgeous spectacle. That completes it, said Mrs. Jefferson after asilence. There seems now to be no color or shadeof color missing. My brain is fairly gorged withcolor. Just like another part of you feels after Thanks-giving dinner, said Jack, and Margaret squealed ap-preciatively. This was their first day in the Yellowstone NationalPark. They had come in through the eastern entranceand had seen the wonderful Shoshone Dam and beau-tiful Sylvan Pass on the way. They had stayed overnight at a large hotel and had spent the morning look-ing at the surging Yellowstone River and the UpperFall. Then, after luncheon, they had
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