The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1891-10-03

else wss so beautiful a picture hung
in such rude frame, never anywhere
else on a background so forbidding
and weird were so many glories clus-
tered. Around and beyond there is
nothing but the desert-sere. silent,
lifeless, as though desolation had
builded there, everlasting thrones of
sorrow and despair The river
channel looks like the grave of a
volcano robbed of its dead. But right
there amiii its crumbliug and repel-
liant walls TRANSPORTATION appears.
And such picture. A river as
lordly as the Hudson or Ohio spring
ing from the distant snow crested
Tetons. With waters transparent as
glass, green as emerald with males
tic flow, sweeps on until it reaches
the Shoshone Falls. Suddenly in
the river bed, jagged, rocky reefs are
upheaved dividing the current into
four rivers and these ia mighty
plunge of so feet downward dash on
their way, but these first falls are
but the beginning. The greater
splendor succeeds. With swifter
flow the startled waters dash on and
within few feet take their second
plunge in solid crescent, over a
sheer precipice 210 feet to the abyss
below Here the waters are shivered
into fleecy spray, whittier and finer than
any miracle that ever fell from loom
of India: while from the depths be-
low an everlasting vapor arises-the
incense of the waters to the waters
God"
We had hoped to get view of the
Teton peaks by daylight-these grim
snow clad sentinels that rise in the
majesty of their 10000 feet and
stand like the presiding CENT of the
Yellowstone Park, 80 miles to the
east of our route but it was dark
when we reached the point of OBJ
servation. We saw the other famous
landmarks, the Three Buttes of Ida
no, great towering detached volcanic
peaks rising from the plain, miles
from each other, and all other noun
tains. Daylight the next morning
found us amid the savage splendors
of Silver Bow canyon and only a few
miles from Butte, where we
changed cars Tor Helena and got
breakfast. The meanest meal | ever
attempted to eat was on the way out /,
at Dillon. My only consolation was
quoting, with emphasis, Sidney
Smiths epigram, God sends the
food but the devil sends the cooks. P"
At Avon, Garrison, Blackfoot, Deer
Lodge, and other towns we crossed
river under the various names of
Deer Lodge, Blackfoot, He'll Gate,
and Clarke's Fork, which eventually
becomes the mighty Columbia of the
Pacific coast.
AT Gold Creek, eight miles west
of Garrison the 'last spike" of the
great Transcontinental Northern
Pacific line driven early in the SOS.
The spike used was of solid gold and
it was driven home by Gen. Grant.
The Mullen tunnel between CARR
son and Helena is nearly two miles
long and is 5,54S feet above sea level.
1t is a wonderful piece of mechani-
cal skill and the approaches to it fare
made through wildly picturesque
scenery.
Where volcanic or seismic action
has riven the rocks and mountains
far asunder, the cunning hand Of
man has woven them together again
with mighty spars of timber and
girders of iron, forming lofty trestles
and viaducts which makes the brain
reel at the bare contemplation.
There are sometimes three or
four of those lattice like structures
in sight at once, so much does the
road turn and wind.
Mr.. S. was much interested in
tracing out the old freight trail along
the valley and over the mountains
we were crossing, over which he
drove an OK team nearly 80 years
ago. He pointed out one steep de-
clivity down which his wagon over
turned its entire load of tin milk
pans with many a clang and chatter.
He is now editor and owner of one Of
the most popular and suece ssful
papers in the state. "Act well your
part, there all the honor lies"