The Republican journal., 1915-08-12

ner Canyon. beside the river, is beauti-
full one, and Eagle rock-a pinnacle of |
stone jutting out on which there is an
nest, mot an eagle. as it was
enormously named long ago. is an inter-
esting object.
After five mile drive we approached
Fort Yellowstone, the headquarters for
the military in the reserve. A little
fawn grazing on the lawn of the gray
stone chapel excited our interest and
curiosity. A spacious hospital, evident
ly quite new, and the barracks, officers
houses, ETC., are all built of lava rock
quarried in the vicinity and are most sub
stantial in appearance. Through the
well kept lawns of the post, and on past
Monmouth Hotel we drove, to stop at the
edge of the first formation and get out
for walking trip around among the hot
springs. The wonderfully shaped terraces
of white limestone, sometimes tinted from
ivory to a rich, deep brown, sometimes
pure white, over which the hot water
flows in places, defy, as do many of the
Park wonders, any description. We
thought each terrace-Minerva, Cleopa-
ira, Jupiter and Angel, more beautiful
than the last; but the one picture that
stands out most clearly is Morning
Glory Pool''-a deep hot spring of the
most wonderful shade of blue-a deep,
greenish blue shade that actually put the
brilliant Montana sky to shame. With
the pearly mist rising from it, and the
translucent water shading and almost
prismatic, it was sight never to be
forgotten. A long, steep scramble led
rs to the opening of an extinct hot
spring called the Devils Kitchen" A
flight of stairs led down into peculiar
damp and heated atmosphere that gives
one queer sensation, plus longing for
the open air. His Satanic Majesty was
far from being forgotten when the Park
wonders were being named, for he has
Slide, Frying Pan, Punch Bowl, etc.
After a visit to his kitchen we had
pleasant walk through the woods to the
waiting carriage, which met US as we
emerged into the road.
Every bit of the drive through the can.
yon was interestingly is so gradual an
ascent that it was hard to believe that
we gained 1000 feet elevation in less
than three miles. AS we moved up,
and on, we passed through 1.-The Hoo
doos," so called, massive rock pillars,
in varying shapes, in the midst of which
the road makes sharp turn, passing be-
tween great blocks of limestone that
rise fully rs feet above the road, and
are appropriately called the "Silver
Gates" A little farther on we came to
the Golden Cate" so called, because
of the moss that covers the walls of the
Pass, and there we saw one of the most
wonderful engineering feats in the Park
"a roadway and viaduct, not quite a
mile in length, that skirt the mountain
side at this point At the end of the
viaduct are the lovely:Rustic Falls, where
the stream-Glen Creek-leaps about 60
feet over the moss-grown stones. A
pleasant surprise awaits the traveller
after passing the golden gate, for the
canyon widens out into broad noun
tain prairie, hemmed in by snow-clad
mountains, including our familiar West
Gallatin range, and old Electric"
the largest mountain in the park a., 1855
feet) plainly in view from our own Win
dows. Past Swan Lake, and Wyle
camp, we drove, and on to stop at Apol !
linaris Spring-a we'll walled up affair a
few yards back from the road among the
pines. We all had to sample the water,
which is almost indentical in taste with
the well known commercial apollinaris
water. The government analysis is post
ed over the spring, and gives it's mineral
content, etc.
In the carriages again, what was our
surprise to hear-almost before we got
seated-a welcoming shout from the busy
group about the tents a few hundred
yards down the road. Our first camp
looked good to~ds, for the ten mile drive
had been dusty, though an intensely
interesting one. For few minutes all
was hustle and confusion while tents
were being assigned, wash basins rus
tled' and wraps and suit cases identified
and preparations made for the evening
meal and NIGHT The Nimrods were |
shortly hard at it in the little stream
back of the camp. and hardly needed the
call to supper. But the report of our
first camp meal and the following bon
fire must wait until next time. M. P. S.