The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1914-11-26

the surface. A little distance away ID
the Black Warrior Geyser, a most
wicked looking crater. where black
water and steam gushes forth in a most
terrible manner.
We have returned to the main road
and are passing many other places that
are Just as wonderful, until we have
arrived at the Midway Geyser Basin.
or "Hell's Half Acre, as il is gener-
ally termed. But few years since its
domain was enlarged BY great explo-
sion, so that now il covers an acre Of
space. To see the wonderful place,
we left our coaches and descended a
succession of steps TO foot bridge ard
crossed the Fine Hole River. The era
ter, which is 200 yards from the river,
is twenty feet deep, and one can look
far down into the blue water as it boils
up and runs over at q lower place and
empties into the river at the rate of
1000 gallons per minute, while the
steam rises in great clouds and floats
away. While we would like TO linger
and study the mysterious wonders, we
dare not, for there arc yet to be seen
so many, other places tina; are not less
interesting, and as we 60 on, we pass
Excelsior Geysei, Prismatic Lake, Tur-
quoise Pool, Silent Pool and many 9TH
ers, each one bearing its own individu-
ality and coloring more exquisite than
any artist could PORTRAY. Even the
cOloring rises with the steam and is
borne away from some OF the pools.
We are now at Biscuit Basin, where
a hundred thousand biscuits, or forma-
tions resembling them, have been taken
by the hand of nature from a bottom
less pool and rolled out, and are stand
ing on edge apparently to dry. The
biscuits were of uniform size and very
strange and beautiful. We did not
sample them, but proceeded on our
way, and soon entered the Upper Gey-
ser Basin, where thousand wonders
were awaiting our arrival. We were
net little surprised to see so many
geysers, springs, pools, etc, and each
with its own special coloring, formation
and action. Among them was the
Morning Glory Spring, which name is
appropriate in every sense of the word.
Did you ever look nto blue or pur-
pie morning glory when the final rays
of a summers sun shown on its dewy
petals?? Did you see the blue and pur-
Pile tints as they glistened and sparkled
in the sunlight? Did you see the little
scalloped edges that formed its border?
Did you feel the power of love and
beauty while you gazed intensely into
its depths? Then increase its size ten
thousand times and you will have seen
the Morning Glory Spring in the yell
lowstone National Park.
We have now stopped on the bridge
which spans the Fine Hole river and
are watching the display of River Side
Geyser. The cone is ten or twelve
feet high and stands Immediately on
the brink of the river at an angle of As
degrees, and from its crater gushes
forth a great volume of boiling water
which is carried into the air a hundred
feet, and then it rains down into the
Fine Hole river that runs along over
messy rocks, undisurbed by the beaut-
ful cone of red, yellow and gold.
1t is when the geyser is playing in
the sunlight that a pretty rainbow may
be seen, coming up over the river and
extending from one side to the other.
As some of the dudes" are growing
thirsty, we again drive a little from
The main road to visit the DEVILS
Punch Bowl, where thousand little
lemons are apparently stirring the
punch as it bubbles over on all sides,
which is constantly building it higher
and higher.
did not understand the ingredients
Dr makeup of the contents of the punch
bowl, but undoubtedly the little demons
understand the art of mixing to produce
such exquisite coloring. A look at the
of the bowl was sufficient to
luench the thirst of the dudes" ard
we passed on to Emerald Lake, which
Is rightly named, for the water is as
green as the grass on the hills around
Killarney.
AS some of our party had soiled
nandkerchiefs, we next visited Hand
Serchief Pool, where piece after piece
was thrown into the boiling water.
where they Immediately disappeared
from sight and after passing through
he subterranean laundry they came
70 the surface of the pool washed as
,lean as if they had been washed in one
If our fine steam laundries and strange
20 say, the proprietor did not show up
)r send his bill for the washing.
From there we passed the Three Sis
ers Pool, which was beautiful and in
eresting, but from the surroundings
me would judge that they were all old |
maids.
We have now passed Old Faithful (of |
which will speak later and arrived at |
he Sbard and Powell Camp, which is
ocated in the edge of tall pine timber,
'ome three hundred yards from and in |
light of Old Faithful Geyser. After a |
delicious lunch and an hours rest, we |
we're lead by our most efficient guide,
Mr.. Chas. J. Powell, over the gravel |
ield of wonders of the Upper Geyser
Basin.
ITO be continued