THE GEYSIRS 



OF THE 



YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK, U.S.A. 



BY 



H. G. MADAN, M.A., E.C.S. 



In these "globe-trotting" days I need not make any 

 apology for asking the Cotteswold Club to transform 

 itself temporarily into a "Rocky Mountains" Club, and 

 visit " fresh fields and [)astures new ; " or, more strictly 

 and less poetically speaking, to betake itself to regions 

 where there is nothing at all corresponding to our ideas of 

 a field, and where the pastures are such as every well-bred 

 Cotteswold sheep would turn away from in disgust. 



It was in the year of grace (and of rain) 1882 that the 

 extension of the Eton School holidays to eight weeks 

 enabled me to traverse rather more than 13,000 miles of 

 the surface of this httlc planet, and to visit not only the 

 civilisation and luxury of San Francisco, but also far more 

 attractive regions where civilisation is unknown and where 

 the only luxury is that of Nature in her wildest forms. 



I shall not attempt to give any full account of my 

 journey Westward Ho ! The real scientific interest of it 

 began when one afternoon as we were plodding across the 

 great plain of the Mississippi at a steady rate of 25 miles 

 an hour, I saw what seemed to" be a stratum of dark heavy 

 storm clouds on the horizon right ahead, which I could 

 hardly believe at first to be the massive range of the Rocky 

 Mountains. 



