“The Park has an area of 3,412 square miles,” continued Lieutenant Wingate. “It has many lakes, nearly two hundred miles of improved roads, and a chain of hotels. The Park is patrolled by United States cavalry. The name of the Park is supposed to have been taken from the Indian name of the river, Mi-tsi-a-da-zi, meaning, ‘Rock Yellow River.’”
“Ha, ha!” laughed the fat boy. “That sounds as if it had been named by a baby.”
“Please do not interrupt the gentleman,” begged Emma gravely.
“The Park is located in northwestern Wyoming, with a narrow strip in Montana and Idaho. It is open from June to September, I understand.”
“I believe there is much game in the Park,” suggested Nora. “Do you know anything about that?”
“Oh, yes. My information on this vast Park is, I might say, wide. Buffalo, elk and deer, with many bear, some antelopes, a few coyotes and much small game, are to be found here,” Hippy informed them.
“Hooray! We’ll have a bear hunt,” shouted Stacy.
“Not here, you won’t,” answered Tom Gray severely.
“Why won’t we?” demanded the fat boy.
“This is a government preserve, young man, and hunting is forbidden here,” replied Tom.