Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-04-16

the opposite side. l slept the clock round
after reaching Sunrise, and am now trans
lating the notes l made on horseback dur
ing the trip.
despair Of making you see the wonderful
beauties of the peninsula. The trip was
through one little valley after another with
the grandest Of mountains everywhere in
sight. The valleys are from half mile to
three miles in width and are like great nat
ural parks They are often covered with
woods, but the forest fires have cleared open
spaces, and it is easy to see that the whole
could be turned into farms. In going
through the valley / wound my way along
rushing streams, in which great red salmon
were battling against the current making
their way over the rocks and through the
debris Of dead trees and floating brushwood
These salmon were the color OF beefsteak
and they looked like streaks of raw meat
flying along through the water. The
streams were OF the clearest crystal, and,
here and there, they made waterfalls as
they dashed down the hills
In other parts of the journey I skrted
beautiful lakes SO clear that the mighty
mountains above them, with their wonder
full vegetation and curious outlines, were re-
Elected as though in a looking glass. / wish
could have photographed the colors. They
made me think of the paintings of the latest
German art schools, where the pigment is
laid on in great patches with such striking
effects of light and shade.
The valleys of the peninsula seem to be
wonderfully fertile. About II miles from
the railway passed through a natural park
of spruce, cottonwood and birches, rising
out of grass which in the open places reach
ed to my shoulders. This grass was as green
as that of the Nile valley, and where the for
est fires had destroyed the trees it came
through beds of hreweed, making vast
sheets of green busted with pink Some of
the freweed is from six to eight feet in
height. have measured stalks here, at
Sunrise, that are nine feet from the ground
to the topmost flowers. | saw many berries
on the way across country. There were high
and low bush cranberries of bright red,
blueberries of deep purple and salmonber-
ries of pale lemon color. There were wild
flowers of different varieties, and in places
the woods were carpeted with stunted tree
ferns eight or ten inches high In some
places the forests are green in others they
are frosted silver and in others dead white.
The green trees are alive, and the silver and
white ones are dead or dying from forest
fires The dead forests are as picturesque
as the live ones. The lacelike branches Of
the spruce. then change to an ivory white
ness and they look like exquisite carvings.
And then the live things we saw on the
journey | already have spoken of the sal
mon. We could see the trout in the
streams, and | am told that all are full of
grayling and other fine fish met one man
on the way who had stopped for an hour at
the head off Trail lake and caught 81 trout,
pulling them out as fast as he could throw
the line in. | could have easily caught sal
mon and trout with my hands in the smaller
streams.
Now and then during the journey I start
ed up covies of grouse. Some of the birds
were as big as chicken. They ran along in
front of my horse for hundreds of feet like
so many turkeys. They did not seem to be
much afraid and it was as though | were
driving them. ! saw also ptarmigan. and at
a cabin at Mile Ia, where stopped for din
ner, miner cooked for me some ptarmigan
he had just killed.
Later on | saw the tracks of brown bear
here and there on the trail, and once or twice
scared up porcupines which scuttled away
through the grass My guide told me to be
careful not to ride over a nnrcnnine saninrr