Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-02-01

erature, the nature and inwardness of Wash
ington society, the precise value of Cables
works as compared with Uncle Remus Har-
ris, and few other things that had nothing
whatever TO do with geysers. but were alto
gether pleasant Now, an English maiden
VINO had stumbled on a dust-grimed, lime
washed, sun-peeled, collarless wanderer
come from and going to goodness knows
wnere, would, her mother melting her and
ner father brandishIng his umbrella, have
regarded him as a dissolute adventurer-a
person to be disregarded.'
American Versus English Manners.
Not so those delightful people from New
Hampshire. They were good enough to
treat hint sounds almost incredible-as a
human being, possibly respectable, probably
not in immediate need of financial assist
ance. Papa talked pleasantly and to the
point. The little maiden strove valiantly
with the accent of her birth and that of her
reading, and mamma smiled benignly in
the background.
Balance this with story of young
English idiot met incoming about inside
his high collar, attended by a valet. He
condescended to tell me that ''you can't be
too careful who you talk to in these parts. !"
And staiked on fearing, suppose, every
minute for his social chastity. That man
was a barbarian q took occasion to tell him
SOY, for he comported himself after the
manner of the head hunters and hunted of
! Assem- who are at perpetual feud one with
| another.
You will understand that these foolish
stories are introduced in order to cover the
fact that this pen cannot describe the glories
ofthe Upper Geyser basin.
Spouting Dore-Like Mud.
Next morning Tom drove us on, prom
Using new wonders. He pulled up after a
few miles at clump of brushwood where an
army was drowning. could hear the sick
gasps and thumps of the men going under,
but when broke through the brushwood
the hosts had fed and there were only pools
of pink, black and white lime thick as
turbid honey. They shot up pat of mud
every minute or two. choking in the effort.
1t was an uncanny sight Do you wonder
in the old days the Indians were careful to
avoid the Yellowstone? Geysers are per-
missible, but Dore-like mud is terrifying.
The OLD lady from Chicago took piece of
| t,and in half an hour it dried into limedust
and blew away between her fingers. All
maya-illusion-vou seel
Then we clinked through sulphur in cubes
and crystals. There was a waterfall of boil
ing water, and then a road across q level
park hotly contested BY the beavers. Every
winter they build dam and flood the low
lying land; every summer that dam is torn
up by the Government, and for half mile
you must plow axle deep in water, the will
lows brushing in to the buggy and little
water ways branching off right and left.
The road is the main stream-just like the
Bolan line in flood. If you turn up bywaY,
there is no more of you. And the beavers
work the buggy into next years dam.
Chance Cavalry Escort.
Then came soft, turfy forest that deadened
the wheels, and two troopers on detachment
duty stole noiselessly behind us. One was
the eWrap-up-his-Tail man, and they talked
merrily while the half broken horses bucked
about among the trees. And SO a cavalry
escort was with US for a mile, till we got to
mighty hill all strewn with moss agates, and
everybody had to jump out and pant in that
thin air. But how intoxicating it was!
The old lady from Chicago ducked like an
emancipateG hen as she scuttled about the
road, examining pieces of rock in her reticule.
She sent me 80 yards down to the hillside to
pick up a piece of broken bottle which she
insisted was moss agate.
i've some O. that at home, an they shine.
Yes, you 60 get 1t. young man."
AT last We pulled up disheveled at
"Larry's" for lunch and an hours rest.
school feast tent on the lonely hillside.
Need 1 say that he was an Irishman? His
supplies were at their lowest ebb. A seven
foot giant from Arkansas on the back hovel
announced that the beer was following the
beef, but Larry enveloped us all in the
golden glamour of his voluble speech ere we
had descended, and the tent with the rude
trestle table became palace, the rough fare
delIcacies of DelmonIco, and we the abashed
recipients of Larry's imperial bounty.
Larry's Remarkable Gift.
It was only later that discovered 1 had
paid shilliEgs for timed beet biscuits and
beer, but, on the other hand, Larry had said:
"Will 60 out an kill a buffalo?" And
felt that lor me, and for me alone, would he
have done.it. Everybody else felt that, too.
Good luck 60 with Larryl
An now you'll 60 an wash your pocket
handkerchiels in that beautiful hot spring
round the corner" said he.
There's soap an a washboard ready, an
tits not every day that We can get hot water
for nothing" And he waved us large
handedly TO the open downs, while he put
the tent to rights.
There was no sense of fatigue on the body
or distance in the air. Hill and dale rode
on the eyeball! 1 could have clutched the
far off snowy peaks by putting out my hand.
Never was such maddening air.
Why We should have washed pocket hand.
kerchiefs Larry alone knows 1t appeared
to be sort of religious rite.
In little valley overhung with gayly-
painted rocks ran a stream of velvet brown
and pink water. 1t was not-hotter than the
hand could bear-and it colored the boulders
in its course.
Washing the Handkerchief.
There was the maiden from New Hamp-
shire, the old lady from Chicago, papa.
mamma, the woman who chewed gum and
all the rest of them gravely bending over a
washboard and soap. Mysterious virtues
lay in that queer stream. 1t turned the
linen white as snow in five minutes.
Then we lay on the grass and laughed with
sheer bliss Of being alive. This have 1
known once in Japan, once on the banks of
the Columbia, what time the salmon came
in and "California" howled, and once again
in the Yellowstone by the light of the ewes
of the maiden from New Hampshire. -Four
little pools lay at my elbow, one was of
black water (tepid), one clear water (cold),
one clear water (hot), one red water (boil-
ing). My newly washed handkerchief cov-
cred them all and We two marveled as chill
dren marvel.
"This evening we shall do the Grand
Canyon of the Yellowstone?" said the
maiden.
Together" said I; and she said YES"
All that can say is that without warn
Ing or preparation iooke ed into gulf !, 700
feet deep, with eagles and fish hawks cir
cling far below. And the sides of that gulf
were one wild welter of color-crimson,
emerald, cobalt, ochre, amber, honey
splashed with port wine, snow white, ver-