Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1885-1890, 1885-10-17

the Yellowstone. The rapids flow il
torrents down their well-Worn track
the canyon na1rows up, almost clos
enough for the brows Of the 1mmens
, walls to embrace, while the water
with one thunderous bound, leap
| over precipice $50 feet and finds
solace in the trrbid depths of th
: swelling abyss below.
Half mile further down the rive
are the Lower Falls which is reached
in similar manner to that of th'
upper: by footpath down the rug
ged ribs Of the canyon. As you boune
along down from rock to rock unit
you have reachen the halfway station
when you behold a most striking
scene of mountain grandeur. The
heart leaps forth in ecstacy Of joy, as
you ardently scan, on tressle-work
the grotesque walls over Crystal Falls
meath the genial beams of setting
sun, the golden RANT hung amiable
and of delicious taste. Betwixt the
rugged rocks and craggy domes, O,
palmy hillocks, the fowery laps OF
flowers in nameless hues; without
thorn the roses send their fragrance
forth in the cool recesses of the dy-
ing day, and the mantle vine lays in
placid repose, while the purple ten
drills of the grape gently creeps in
luxury; meanwhile, murmuring wa
ers fall down the undulating sleeps,
dispensing into trickling flaments of
transparent silvery spray, thence col
lecting on the fringed banks, and with
myrtlecrowned the crystal mirrors
hold, till the sparkling streams unite.
You can stand on bridge and see
the ebbing flow Of the gallant little
stream, as it penetrates the side of
| the canyon. leaping from rock to rock
until it drops out Of sight, in the foil
age below. From here it is but a
short distance to the
LOWER FALLS OF THE YELLOWSTONE.
Here my pen fails to write.
Here sit, spell-bound, gazing into
! vacancy. My thoughts flash back and
review the grandest spot on earth,
while my pen remains motionless.
Oh, that [ could paint it! Oh, that [
could convey it to those who have not
been vouchsafed the blessing of a
visit to this grand scene, as it comes
to me. What a gift of superanuated
eminence it would be! Tell how wa
ter forms eddies and cascades and
then flies downward CTS feet, chasm-
ed by the grandest canyon in the
world, stretching out in symmetrical
curves fourteen miles below From
the rivers bed, its craggy walls and
lofty iris-hued peaks seem to reach
the armament, 1000 feet above. The
mind never tires feasting on it, and
word fail to note its grandeur It
glows with life of its oMn, with I'M
surpassable colors Of its own, born of
the sun and spray. It's tspinnacles and
towers make mans most stupendous
masonary play-thing, as they rise
abrupt, unique, and SO matchlessly
high. Between them a large river
flows, which looks like little brook,
eagerly vending its crooked course to
tie sea, with clash ng waves and roar
ing tumult, until its Furnishing crys-
tails dash of sight. The whole thing
is picture gallery, replete with
specimens of colors such as no art of
man can equal, either for richness or
delicacy. There is no shade Or tint,
in which the eye of man takes de-
light, that may not be found in its
perfection and splendor in the walls
of this wonderful canyon.
After sanguinely enjoying the sur
rounding sublimity and breathing the
luscious smell of the luxuriant noun
tain air, until our ravenous appetites
compelled US to succumb. We re-
turned to camp highly pleased with
the adventures of the day.
Fur party consisted of four highly |
accomplished musicians, and On this
occasion-as free as the water that |
bounds o'er the falls-their talents |
gave vent to some of those sweet mu-
sical tones that lay hidden in the
depths of the inner soul, reserved to
surprise the cultured ear of the an
gels above, and steal into the intrica-
cies of the listeners deeply chasmed
heart, which expands to receive it, and
carries you away in blissful dream.
A jubilee song was started, which re-
ceived assistance from our full force,
and as the last strains Of the SYM
phony rang through the re-echoing
forest, loud peals of applause was
heard from the adjacent camps, which
served as an interlude and a persist
ence of a repetition. So unanimous
was the joy OF that transcendent even
ing that, famed by an eastern breeze,
the trees clasped hands in renewed |