Idaho weekly keystone. (Ketchum, Idaho) 1884-1884, 1884-07-19

The writer, in company Will sfe4rs
Geo. ". suow, Geo. ". Griffin. T. 7. 1
Lewis and L. II. Russell. started from I
Eetchum at an early hour last Sunday I
well equipped with sandwiches, dough- +
nuts, vinegar, pigs feet. vinegar. cold /
ham, vinegar, cigars, matches and an
ample bottle Of snake bite preDeration. (
to view tie Ketclmm cialIis Toll I
Road and take such observations as TIE
natural attractions Of Trail creek might
offer. with the exception Of our jock I
ey's red whip and straw hat, the outfs
was quite equal TO any emergency of the
elements, and with nis ssurance Of fair
weather We set out in good cheer. But
if ron ever saw very wet hen under
straw pile, you knoE what our hero re-
senbeled wien fifteen minutes later i
thundered and poured ike fury. We
drove about six miles and crossed Cor
raj creek, coming into Trail creek from
the east and named from q large corral
in the vicinity. A mile further on is
Wilson creek, on the same side, near the
mouth Of which are located, in view. the
Matte, Bromide and wilson mines.
while on tie north side is the Bighorn.
Opposite the mouthsof Wilson creek IS
also the already famous cave and the
Safe Deposite lode. We reached the
foot Of the grade winding to the summit
that devides Trail creek from the sources
of Lost River, and making tie ascent
were compelled to pause and view the
snblimitv Of Mystic Veil" a beauti-
full moutain torrent leaping from
the lofty crags opposite, thousand feet
or more to the stream below. The
Mystic yei1" is large body q water
fed by natural springs among the peaks,
and is a grand picture. Close by this is
Il a lesser fall called the silver Thread; for.
as the greater one. its waters are never
placid, but confined to a narrow wind
ing torrent that rushes down from cliff
10 cliff. The third water fall, short
distance beyond. was even grander than
all and carried Cashier Griffin into snb-
lime spcculations on the comparison 0i
GotBan's art 10 Idaho's nature We
had bsen passing over an old Indian
trail that led him to poeticize- and be
named this voGdar the Busky Maiden
gaIis
FFog TIE Su.4illit. 2.lil5] Isat above ~
srream belorr. the vfew baeEGss 4. owe
.i.a broad green valley and its bordsriu.
hills to ketchuIn. is ssublinle grandeur.
We left the summit and passed or
down ;hs gradual descent Of Lost Rive
a distance OF eight miles vherealI hand
halsited at the road eompany's camp fo
dinner. The crew dineI on the articles
named above primed by hos cup o
? coffee. but when we found out that th'
doughnuts we had reserved for deser
5 had been gobbled by the aforesaid jock
: ey, while We were walking up the grade
we felt as bland as the Judge looket
when Signor Snow offered him
, tooth pick. Enough Of goo'
thing is enough, but Russell had the in
pudence to remark that he never bit o.
the end Of his cigar, while the Judge as
sentiugly reached FOR his pocket knife
We retuned home without any n
I markable incident, all the while feastiR
ON the beautiful scenery, until the su
: again disappeared, and our felt hats an
overcoats were very eomfortatiH. Br
q 5. lad been TOO sanguihe over tle-wsFl
J. summer day, and when it again poure
IS down upon US like pitch forhs he COZ
clnded, for the next excursion, to ieay
y his straw hat at home.