GEO Tir YELLOWSTONE: 
leg MAYS 
. To the globe trotter, sportsman, fagged 
out business man, or anyone capable of 
enjoying the beauties and wonders of the 
universe, I recommend a trip to the Yel- 
lowstone Natural Park, as an unfailing 
tonic, compared to which, all the patent 
nostrums in the world are as nothing. But 
such a trip should be taken judiciously, not 
in the way of the ordinary tourist who 
rushes through in 5 or 6 days. Weeks 
should be taken if possible, in order to 
make those delightful side trips, which dis- 
close pictures of nature not otherwise ob- 
tainable. The first 3 days are devoted to 
viewing the Mammoth Hot Springs, with 
their interesting and many colored terraces, 
caves, Devils’ kitchens, etc., the Norris, 
Lower and Upper Geyser Basins, where 
those marvelous geysers, Old Faithful, The 
Riverside, The Grant and Grantess, The 
Castle, Beehive and many more, hold su- 
preme sway, surrounded by the paint pots 
and pools of indescribably rich and delicate 
colors. 
The steam continually arising from the 
hot pools, geysers, and many fissures in 
the fountain, impresses the beholder with 
the feeling that he treads upon a thinly 
crusted region, near the very heart-beat 
of our globe. 
Next comes that marvelous ride across 
the continental divide, where two oceans 
join hands, the waters from the one side 
eventually finding its way to the Atlantic 
and the other to the Pacific. 
The view is sublime, the Grand Tetons 
and Shoshone lake in the distance are land- 
marks for some of the most wonderful 
landscape gems amid the Rockies, and 
just South of the park line, near the Tetons 
is the grand hunting region, where last 
fall, Assistant Secretary of War Doe, bag- 
ged so many elk, bear, deer, etc. If you 
close your eyes and look no more the trip 
has paid you. 
Farther on, a delightful ride across the 
lake on the little steamer, or around it 
by stage, and you arrive at the Yellow- 
stone Lake hotel, located on its very bank. 
This is said to be the largest body of water 
in the world at the same altitude (7,700 
feet). Here is a restful spot and one where 
the fisherman may indulge his proclivity to 
the utmost, for even the babies bring back 
such catches of trout that after the first 
day they never stop to count. I dare not 
tell you what I know about this fishing, 
for you would at once (if you have not 
already) class me as the Prince of Liars, 
but come and see, or ask your friends who 
have been here. 
WALKER. 
Three or 4 days is all the majority care 
to. spend at the geyser, but at the lake 
many lay over for the rest and fishing. But 
wait a little. The next day aiter a 3 hours’ 
ride through Hayden valley, beside the 
Yellowstone river, where in season the last 
of his race, the buffalo, may be seen, as 
well as vast herds of elk and many ante- 
lope, you find yourself ushered all un- 
heralded in, at the gateway to that enchant- 
ing canyon, rightly called “Grand.” How 
unexpected! A mile back, who would have 
dreamed that this peaceful, gliding river 
could so quickly become such a turbulent 
mass of foam? And look, it goes with a 160 
foot plunge over the brink of rocks which 
forms the crust of the Upper Falls. At 
its base, that gamey little fish the rainbow 
‘trout, is found in all his glory. The stage 
rolls along on the very verge of the canyon, 
down a little hill, across a bridge overlook- 
ing Crystal Falls, a dainty bridal vail, and 
then up along the verge again, where can 
be heard the rumble of the Great Falls, 
which makes a single drop of 360 feet. A 
few turns up a steep hill and the Grand 
Canyon Hotel is reached. 
During the last 20 minutes you have 
barely had a peep through the driveway 
leading to the canyon proper, and are won- 
dering if anything was ever so awe-inspir- 
ing; but wait. Eat your lunch, then come 
with me. I take you first to Point Look- 
out, where the best view of the Great or 
Lower Falls may be had. There they are, 
half a mile in the distance, and the river 
far below. You gaze, but not a sentence 
escapes you; only short exclamations. 
Every adjective in your vocabulary is gone. 
You wish to tell me your thoughts. I bid 
you be patient awhile and motion you to 
follow. For 2 miles I lead the wav along 
the edge of this wondrous canyon. Grand 
View, Artists’ Point and many others of in- 
terest are quickly passed and now we are 
at “Inspiration Point.” Behold! 
We are on a point or rock extending into 
the canyon 200 feet. , What'a vantage 
ground for the eye. Looking up toward 
the Great Falls the river appears like a 
beautiful thread of silver and emerald as 
it plunges along over its rocky bed 2000 
feet below. Now the eye wanders up the 
sides of the canyon and we see huge fan- 
tastic rocks; there a dog or lion’s head, 
on the other side a giant pile that strikingly 
resembles a ruined castle. But this is 
nothing, for ’tis the magic coloring that 
mystifies and enchants the senses. *Twas 

