The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-04-09

for as soon as the SHOWS begin in Sep
TENDER or October the 10 miles 'of
magnificent roadway are closed, snow
shoes are donned, and the daily beat
must be made, regardless of the biz
yards and Klondike cold which prevail
at an altitude averaging 5000 feet One
soldier was frozen to death on his beat
in the winter of 1878, and the little
/ cemetery lying in lost lonesomeness on
the backbone of the continent has 9th
er pathetic tales besides that of the
frozen soldier.
/ The public may not know that it is
the duty of these wardens Of Uncle
Sam to stop every party or person en-
tering this wild domain ascertain
I his name, address and destination; to
take a description of his equipage, re-
| lieve him of his firearms, if he is to
return by that gate of egress. or to
seal them if his point of departure is
elsewhere. After entering, each en-
campment of soldiers. stationed at in
tervals of about fifteen miles through
out the park, must make the same in
quiry of the traveller and examine his
guns. etc. Should you by any means
slip by unobserved, or until too far
away 20 be halted, the noiseless tele-
phone outstrips YOU and you are ex-
amined at the next station; but such
less lad who thinks he can commit
some furtive deed and outrun the sem
tryi That terrible telephone, We saw
once a bold youth driving like mad in
a two-wheel cart, but his old buckskin
could not travel faster than the wired
lightning that giggled all to itself as
it slipped along over his head through
the very dust he was raising, and told
the ss-buttoned bluecoat to nab the
hapless refugee.
The roadway from Cinnabar, on the
northern border, through the geyser
basins and westward, is a short cut
from eastern Montana to southern
Idaho, and is much used in the travel
ing season by emigrantS. Some of these
have heard of this American wonder
land, and some apparently have not.
The writer recalls one instance in
which low-browed, red-headed fell
low, with a face splotched like a tur-
key egg, was driving, with his wife and
family. along the street at the Mann
moth Hot Springs. and, passing Just
below one of the jutting tub-like Ter
races of that marvelously indescribable
formation. he hailed a soldier and
said, What dye call them air things,
mister?" Terraces was the laconic
reply Of that stolid man of duty.
"Ah?" was the sound, when the lower
Jaw 1eii. ana, WITH Il jerk Oh the line
and a click to his "critter," that Won
dering American hied him up the hill,
away from that fairy land without fur
Their comment or inquiry. Two days
afterWard, while we were in Sunday
camp, the same man drove up and
said. do We know where that air
squirtin' well is?" (which one?' he
was asked. ivy, the one that squirts
hot water" He seemed to be inquiring
for Old Faithful, but on the following
Monday, when we went into camp.
having passed by that regular old
pump, Old Faithful. our ubiquitous
traveller "hove to" also. Have you
seen your well?" said /. Nav" and
he had driven almost over the crater
of the geyser. Upon inquiry, it was
ascertained that he was going to
Boise, and chose that route because it
was d nearer cut"
Many stories are told ole the grizzlies
and others of the ursine tribe by trav-
elers. but this bear story is short. In
the same camp where we met our
'squirtin' well7 hunter we had the eX-
perience. A number of wagons were
there-some Idaho. Montana and Utah
outfits-when all at once, just as dim
ner was about ready, rose the cry from
every quarter. a bear A bear To
say that bears were bigger than our
appetites at that moment, would be