Over the trails of Glacier National Park . SAL PARK. Looking Northeast from the Garden Wall, Glacier National Park GLACIER NATIONAL PARK 27 Once within their dry shelter we ex-pressed our contempt for all kinds ofweather. The rain beat a vicious tattoo on theroofs that was only a staccato quickstepthat marched us all double-quick toslumberland. The rattle on the roofgrew weaker after a time, and the moonpeeped out on the camp from a raggedbank of cloud, throwing a soft, silveryradiance over the scene. Through thescreens the waterfalls could be seenfrisking down, ghostly white, while thepale-ti
Over the trails of Glacier National Park . SAL PARK. Looking Northeast from the Garden Wall, Glacier National Park GLACIER NATIONAL PARK 27 Once within their dry shelter we ex-pressed our contempt for all kinds ofweather. The rain beat a vicious tattoo on theroofs that was only a staccato quickstepthat marched us all double-quick toslumberland. The rattle on the roofgrew weaker after a time, and the moonpeeped out on the camp from a raggedbank of cloud, throwing a soft, silveryradiance over the scene. Through thescreens the waterfalls could be seenfrisking down, ghostly white, while thepale-tipped pines murmured softly toeach other. The bell mares steadytinkle, as she grazed back and forth,ebbed and flowed in volume, waningfrom a harsh, brassy jangle to goldenmelody in the orchestral ensemble ofthe water, the woods and the wind,that merged into the dream vagariesthat pass lightly just before sleepmounts guard.
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