Volume XVIII. 



RECREATION 



FEBRUARY, J903. 

 G. 0. SHIELDS (COQUINA,) Editor and Manager 



Number 2 



A BEAR FIGHT IN THE YELLOWSTONE PARK. 



DAN BEARD. 



The transportation company's 

 stages had emptied their loads of dust- 

 covered sightseers at the open doors 

 of the Fountain House, and the ink 

 on the register was not yet dry where- 

 with the newcomers had written their 

 names, when the Fountain geyser be- 

 gan to grumble, hiss and send up 

 clouds of steam, promising an early 

 eruption. Following suit, all the 

 finger holes and cracks in the forma- 

 tion, the hot springs and the baby 

 geysers shot out jets of steam. The 



overs in a stampede for the garbage 

 heap on the white geyserite forma- 

 tion back of the house. Suddenly the 

 crowd came to a halt. 



"Gee !" exclaimed a small boy, as 

 he pushed the button of his kodak. 



"Waugh ! waugh !" shouted the 

 pilgrims from Medicine Hat and Rat 

 Portage. 



"Hey! May be rubberneck, what?" 

 laughed the man from Moose Jaw. 



"Say ! she's a tough proposition, 



NOSING AROUND FOR A LUNCH. 

 By courtesy of the Northern Pacific Railway. 



Mammoth Paint Pot began to plop, 

 plop, plop ! and throw up gobs of 

 pink, white and yellow mud into the 

 air from its bowl full oi scalding sili- 

 cious clay. All this hubbub was a 

 vain attempt to attract the tourist at- 

 tention. 



The Dante's Inferno in front of the 

 hotel might have saved its steam and 

 sulphur for another occasion, as it 

 was unnoticed by the guests. The 

 new arrivals were following the lay- 



A WHIFF FROM THE KITCHEN. 



an' she wears the straps all right," 

 cried a guide ; while the doctor from 

 Chicago, the broker from New York, 

 the officeholder from Ohio, the colo- 

 nel from Kentucky and the dude 

 from Honolulu all clapped their 

 hands with delight. 



Having dumped its load of table 

 leavings and tin cans the hotel garb- 

 age wagon was rumbling back over 



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