St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-10-02
THE YELLOWSTONE PARK.

Those who have visited the Yellow
stone park will appreciate the some
what gorgeous picture painted by the
pen of DR.. T. De WITT TALMAGE, pre-
scented below; and those who have not
visited that superlatiye scene of beauty
and grandeur will be interested in it:
But the most wonderful part of this
American continent is the Yellowstone
park. My visit there last month made
upon me an impression that will last
forever. After all poetry has exhausted
itself. and all the MORANS and BIER
sTADTs and the other enchanting art
lists have completed their canVases.
there will be other revelations to make
and other stories of its beauty and
wrath, splendor and agony, to be re-
cited. The Yellowstone park is the
biologists paradise. By cheaptning
of travel may it become the nations
playground. In some portions of it
there seems to be the anal chy of the
elements. Fire and water, and the
vapor born of that marriage, terrific.
GeySer cones or hills of crystal that
have been over 5000 years growing. In
places the earth throbbing, sObbing,
grooming, quaking with aqueous par
OXySm. But after you have wandered
days and begin to feel that there can be
nothing more of interest to see, you
suddenly come upon the per0ratIOn of
all majesty and grandeur, the Grand
canon. 1t is here that it seems to me
and | speak it with reyerence-JehOval
seems to have surpassed Himself. 1t
seems great gulch let down into the
eternities. Here, hung up and let down
and spread abroad, are all the colors of
land and sea and sky. UphOlStering of
the Lord God Almighty. Best work of
the Architect of Worlds. Sculptur-
ing bv the Infinite. Masonry by an ON
nipotent trowel. Yellow! You never
saw yellow unless you saw it there.
Red! You never saw red unless you
saw it there. Violet! You never saw
violet unless you saw it there. Iri-
umphant banners of color. In a cathe
draI of basalt, sunrise ard sunset mar
ried by the setting of rainbow ring.
Hanging over one of the cliffs looked
off until l could not get my breath;
and then retreating to less exposed
place, | looked down again. Down there
is a pillar of rock that in certain cOndi-
lions of the atmosphere looks like pill
lar of blood. Yonder are fifty feet of
emerald On base of 500 feet of opal.
Walls of chalk resting on pedeStals of
beryl. TurretS of lightning tumbling
ON floors of darkness. The brown
frightening into golden. Snow of crys-
tails melting into fire of carbuncle.
Flaming red cooling into russell. Cold
blue warming into saffron. Dull gray
kindling into Solferino. Morning twi-
light flushing midnight shadows.
Auroras crouching among rocks.
Standing there in the Grand Canon of
the Yellowstone Park, on the morning
of Aug. 8, for the most part we held
our peace. but after a while it flashed
upon me with such power could not
help but say to my comrades: what
hall this would be for the last judg
mentr' See that mighty cascade with
the rainbows at the foot of it. Those
waters CONCEALED and transfixed with
the agitation of that day, what place
they would make for the shining feet of
a Judge of quick and dead. And those
rainbows look now like the crowns to
be cast at His feet. At the bottom of
this great canon is a floor on which the
nations of the earth might stand, and
all ND and down those galleries of rock
the nations of heaven might sit. And
what reyerberation of archangels'
trumpets there would be through all
these gorees and from all these cavernS
and over all these heights. Why should
not the greatest of all the days the
world shall ever see close amid the
grandeSt scenery OmnipOtence ever
built?