Over the trails of Glacier National Park . —one of those sudden turns brings Lake Louise, shimmering in all its shades of green,almost below the horses feet. 34 OVER THE TRAILS. St. Mary, with Old Town ,a quarterof a mile away. There was goldexcitement here years ago. All overthe flats are prospect holes, piles ofstones that are enduring monumentsto unfilled expectations, and bleachedwinches giving mute testimony of un-requited toil. Old Town, once a wild,riotous placer camp, is deserted, savefor three human beings. The old loghouses are still there; the saloons anddance-halls, once scenes of
Over the trails of Glacier National Park . —one of those sudden turns brings Lake Louise, shimmering in all its shades of green,almost below the horses feet. 34 OVER THE TRAILS. St. Mary, with Old Town ,a quarterof a mile away. There was goldexcitement here years ago. All overthe flats are prospect holes, piles ofstones that are enduring monumentsto unfilled expectations, and bleachedwinches giving mute testimony of un-requited toil. Old Town, once a wild,riotous placer camp, is deserted, savefor three human beings. The old loghouses are still there; the saloons anddance-halls, once scenes of wild revelry,now occupied by the cattle that roamthe flats. A bald-faced steer lookscomplacently out of a structure thatwas the scene of a historic gun-fight,and one old prospector still lingers on,his vision of gold transformed to hopeof oil. We encountered him—a long-haired,little old man, scythe in hand, with hisworn-old six-shooter strapped low on hisleg. He was as bashful as a knicker-bocked boy, and fell all atremble whenthe photographer got him in range. Hewas genuinely frightened until Burns nodded assurance that everything was allright, but his relief was obvi
Size: 1297px × 1927px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookidovertrailsof, bookyear1911
