The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1898-10-21

ton were here uttering themselves In
one magnificent chorus of rock and
precipice and waterfall. Sitting and
dashing through the rocks the water
comes down. The Bridal Yell Falls so
thin you can see the face Of the noun
tain behind it. Yonder is Yosemite
Falls, dropping 2,G34 feet, sixteen times
greater descent than that OF Maya
ra. These waters dashed to death on
the rocks, so that the white spirit OF
these slain waters ascending in robe OF
mist seeks the heavens. Yonder is
Nevada Falls, plunging seven hundred
feet, the water in arrows, the water
in rockets, the water in pearls, the wa
ter in amethysts, the water in dla-
monds. That cascade filings down the
rocks enough jewels to array all the
earth in beauty, and rushes on until 1t
drops into a very hell of waters, the
smoke OF their torment ascending for
ever and ever.
But the most wonderful part OF this
American continent is the Yellowstone
Park. My two visits there made upon
me an impression that will last for
ever. Go in by the Moneida route as
we did this summer and save 25O miles
Of railroading, your stage-ceach taking
you through a day of scenery as cap
tivating and sublime as the Yellow
stone Park itself After all poetry has
exhausted itself concerning Yellow
stone Park, and all the Morans and
Bierstadts and the other enchanting
artists have completed their canvas,
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 cheapening
Of travel may it become the nations
playground! In some portions OF it
there seems to be the anarchy of the
elements. Fire and water and the
vapor born of that marriage, terrific.
Geyser cones or hills of crystal that
have been over five thousand years
growing! In places the earth, throb-
bling, sobbing groaning, quaking with
aqueous paroxysm. At the expiration
of every sixty-five minutes one OF the
geysers tossing its boiling water $50
feet in the air and then descending
into swinging rainbows. HE touch
eth the hills and they smoke" Cav
ems of pictured walls large enough FOR
the sepulchre of the human race. For
nations of stone in shape and color OF
Gala lily, Of heliotrope, of rose, OF
cowslip, of sunflower, and of gladio-
lus. Sulphur and arsenic and oxide OF
iron, with their delicate pencils, turn
ing the hills into a Luxembourg, or a
Vatican picture gallery. The so-called
Thanatopsis Geyser, exquisite as the
Bryant poem it was named after, ana
Evangeline Geyser, lovely as the Long
fellow heroine it commentaries.
Wide reaches of stone Of intermin-
gled colors, blue as the sky, green as
the foliage, crimson as the dahlla'
white as the snow, spotted as the Loop
ard, tawney as the lion, grizzly as
the bear, in circles, in angles, in stars,
in coronets, in stalactites, in stalag-
mites. Here and there are petrihed
growths, or the dead trees and vegeta-
bles of other ages, kept through pro-
cess of natural embalmment. In some
places waters as innocent and smil-
ing as a child making first attempt
to walk from it's mothers lap, and
not far off as foaming and fren-
zied and ungovernable as a ma
MAC in struggle with his Keepers
But after you have wandered along
the geyserite enchantment for days.
and begin to feel that there can be
nothing more Of interest to see, you
suddenly come upon the peroration OF
all majesty and grandeur, the Grand
Canon. 1t is here that 1t seems to me
and l speak it with reverence-Je-
hovah seems to have surpassed MN
self. 1t seems a great gulch let down
into the eternities. Here, hung up aud
let down, and spread abroad, are all
the colors OF land and sea and sky.
Upholstering of the Lord God Almigh-
ty. Best work of the Architect OF
worlds. Sculpturing by the Infinite.
Masonry by an omnipotent trowel.
Hanging over one OF the cliffs l
looked off until l could not get my
BREATH then retreating to less ex-
posed place 1 looked down again
Down there is a pillar of rock that in
certain conditions of the atmosphere
looks like a pillar of blood. Yonder
are fifty feet of emerald on base OF
five hundred feet of opal. Wall of
chalk resting on pedestals Of beryl.
Turrets of light trembling on floors of
darkness. The brown frightening in
to golden. Snow of crystal melting
into fire Of carbuncle. Flaming red
cooling into russell. Cold blue warm
ing ito saffron. Dull gray mingling
into solferino. Morning twilight
flushing midnight shadows. Auroras
crouching among rocks.
Yonder is an eagles nest on shaft
of basalt. Through an eyeglass we
see among it the young eagles, but the
stoutest arm of our group cannot hurl
stone near enough to disturb the
feathered domesticity. Yonder are
heights that would be chilled with hor-