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RECREATION. 



ing exercise. Not the least of our distress 

 was that the Cinnabar train was already 

 due to leave us, and as we fled over the 

 cinders we waved frantic signals, which we 

 hoped might be seen and heeded. 



Fortunately for us, Major E. W. Bach, 

 Secretary of the Yellowstone Park Trans- 

 portation Company, was on the Cinnabar 

 train and, as we were later to learn, the 

 traveler who comes under the care of the 

 Transportation Company is safe from all 

 anxiety. The Park train waited ; and 

 every resident of Livingston was on the 

 platform to enjoy the situation when we 

 arrived. Breathless? Try running a mile 

 at an altitude of 4,000 feet if your habi- 

 tat is the sea level. During the subse- 

 quent short ride from Livingston to Cin- 

 nabar, Gertrude and I were objects of 



West. The company has already been ad- 

 vised by wire of the exact number of pas- 

 sengers for the Park, and has provided 

 ample stage room. There Gertrude and I 

 dropped all care of tickets, luggage, berths, 

 meals and service on to the broad shoul- 

 ders of the Transportation Company and 

 gave ourselves up to sight seeing and joy. 

 It would never be possible to forget the 

 emotions aroused by the drive from Cin- 

 nabar to Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel, as 

 the warm dusk of the September evening 

 crept up from the valley of the Gardiner 

 river to wrap at last in its purple folds the 

 towering crags above us. Gertrude and I 

 had mentally all but defied the West to 

 give our frazzled New York nerves a thrill. 

 At the foot of the great hills it came to us 

 and left us without words. 



CLEOPATRA TERRACE, MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS. 



curiosity and interest to all our fellow 

 passengers, who invented many and varied 

 excuses for coming into our car to take a 

 look at "those women who held up 2 

 trains." We could not help discovering 

 after a time that the sightseers were dis- 

 appointed in us because we did not furnish 

 a fitting climax by dropping dead of heart 

 disease. 



A't Cinnabar the picturesque and practi- 

 cal are delightfully mingled for the ser- 

 vice of the traveler. As the passengers 

 alight from the train the great comforta- 

 ble yellow stages of the Transportation 

 Company promptly whirl down to the plat- 

 form to gather them up. The weather- 

 beaten drivers, in their soft slouch hats 

 and dust-colored clothes, look the incar- 

 nate history and romance of the wild 



That night we had dinner at the Mam- 

 month Hot Springs Hotel. The trip from 

 there through the Park can be made in 5 

 days. At each important point of interest 

 commodious hotels and lunch stations have 

 been built, and the drives between are of 

 easy distances along a line of varying won- 

 ders. The hotels and stages are all under 

 the control of one company. As a matter 

 of convenience to himself the traveler pays 

 his bills for the entire trip in advance, and 

 'the company does the rest. 



The wise voyager will, however, make 

 no such flying visit. We will tarry long 

 at Mammoth Hot Springs, to clamber 

 about the rainbow-hued terraces, to watch 

 the moon rise with a new splendor be- 

 hind the giant hills, to fall asleep to the 

 sound of taps from the fort and to waken 



