The Yosemite, Alaska, and the Yellowstone . nd pathetic. We then walked to theIndian River, and rested for some time in the pine woods on its the moss hung from the gnarled trees, and although it was now themiddle of June, the branches were tipped with the new green of spring, andthe ground was strewn in places with delicate white flowers. On ourreturn to the steamer the whistle was blown to collect the passengers, andas its echoing and piercing shriek resounded, a most hideous wailing,howling, and barking filled the air, ceasing as soon as the whistle paused,and being resumed when
The Yosemite, Alaska, and the Yellowstone . nd pathetic. We then walked to theIndian River, and rested for some time in the pine woods on its the moss hung from the gnarled trees, and although it was now themiddle of June, the branches were tipped with the new green of spring, andthe ground was strewn in places with delicate white flowers. On ourreturn to the steamer the whistle was blown to collect the passengers, andas its echoing and piercing shriek resounded, a most hideous wailing,howling, and barking filled the air, ceasing as soon as the whistle paused,and being resumed when it recommenced. We soon discovered that thisnoise proceeded from the numberless dogs of the Indian village, who thusexpressed their decided disapproval of the sound. In the evening we reached the entrance to Glacier Bay. The hillsabout us were dark green with hardy foliage, but beyond the gateway themountains were covered with snow, and behind these the sun was justsetting, wrapping them in glory, tinging pink the little ripples of cloud,. IPIJSjg^ ?a ?Ki^** y»-v--: *W^£?fc-. ??? JLt,, ?JtL * ^^pHBSssMMM^H 9
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