The Republican journal., 1916-04-06

Castle Geyser and the Beehive were due
to play in the course of the afternoon,
and that it would be highly advisable to
be "among those present" when either
event occurred. Two O'Clock therefore
found most of US on the formation again,
watching the craters of the two geysers
as the preverbial cat watches mouse.
Trying to ''see the sights" on the geyser
formation was like chasing circus par
ade,-as soon as one reached one end OF
the basin there was sure to be "some-
thing doing" at the other. and we spent
our afternoon literally "chasing gey-
sers." As the Upper Basin is over half
mile in length, we got plenty of exer-
else before the day was over. "Daisy. "
down near the camp, was almost as reg
ular as Old Faithful, and while not near
ly so large was very pretty sight when
in action.
Beehive showed apparently no more
signs of immediate activity than the
previous night, so after an hour or so of
"watchful waiting" we became tired of
watching our mousehole, and turned our
attention to Old Faithful Inn. This is a
Justly celebrated hostelry and the reality
was quite as picturesque as imagination
had pictured it. There were no guests
as yet, but the Inn was being put in
readiness for the deluge of tourists ex-
pected the coming week, and we were at
liberty to enter and inspect to our
hearts content. The whole interior was
quaint and fascinating in the extreme;
and from the huge gnarled and knotted
logs that formed the newell posts of the
stair railing, to the immense tireplaces
on each side of the huge central Chin
ney, the appointments and furnishings
were rustic and picturesque.
AS we were finishing our tour of in
spectioD, the hall boy, who had been in
dustriously polishing up the handle of
the big front door, dropped his polish
ing cloth, calling excitedly, "Beehive's
playingp' The grass did not have much
opportunity to grow under our feet as
we raced down over the terraces to the
formation" and indeed it was Won
der that we did not go head-frst little
faster than we intended, for our thoughts
were only for the magnificent column of
water that was shooting upward from
the crater we had so recently left. Many
critics have declared the Beehive to be
the finest geyser in the Park-its cone
being round, with a diameter of only
eighteen inches, the column of water
spouts forth as if from the nozzle of a
freman's hose, and rises to the height
of from 200 to $50 feet. The duration
of its eruption was very short, only
about five minutes, and in spite of our
mad rush down over the terraces from
the Inn, we did not succeed in getting
within Shooting distance" with the
camera until the eruption had begun to
subside.
The show was quickly over, and after
brief visit to Klamer's store, near the
Inn, which contained bewildering ar
ray of souvenirs and curios, from Navajo
blankets to postcards, we started leis-
urely back to camp, giving up hope OF
seeing the Castle Geyser playing that
day. A huge burst of steam, and the
roar that accompanies geyser in &C.
ton, fastened our steps, and we arrived
to find the Grotto playing, with an inter-
ested group of spectators. The Grotto
is a pretty sight when in action, not be-
cause of its height, but because of the
great mass of water thrown in all direc-
tions, playing around the fantastic
shapes of its grotto-like crater. Direct
ly the ''Grotto" ceased, Riverside" be-
gan, and for the remainder of the after
noon there was continuous perform
ance in some part Or another of the
Basin. Before the supper bell rang we
walked across the bridge and down the
road for another glimpse of Morning
Glory Pool, shimmering in the sun, and
looking for all the world like huge, iri-
descent specimen of its namesake flower,
glowing with life and fire.
At supper that night the edict went
forth that there must be no venturing on
the geyser formation at night without a
guide, from which we deduced that some
of our hair-breadth escapes from the
boiling pools the night before had been
observed. Will and l made an expedi-
ton up the road to Punch Bowl Spring
once more, and went a fishing therein
with bottle on the end of our line,
trying to fill 1t with the odorous geyser
water for the edifcation of the noses of
the folks at home. We reached camp
again just in time to escape being caught
In heavy shower which literally threw
cold water on the much anticipated camp
fire. We all, "dudes" and "savages''
alike, gathered instead around the piano
iii the recreation tent for ''sing" Old
songs and new, college songs and rag
time, were all in our repertoire, and every
one joined in, regardless of musical abiI-
ity. The honors of the evening, however,
were unanimously awarded to a young
Savage" with a particularly beautiful