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will. That is the best way — the way I should 

 recommend to a party — or, if you are fond of 

 out-door life, Mr. Haynes will furnish horses, 

 pack muleS; tent and a guide, and you may leave 

 the beaten highways, camp in the open, catch 

 your own fish and cook them, and get back to 

 the ground. 



Our first driver was a boy of fifteen, at least he 

 said that was his age, but no boy of that age 

 could have acquired such a mass of misinformation. 

 I never saw a grown man who knew so much that 

 wasn't so. He had also discovered that the 

 world was hollow, a mere fleeting show. I think 

 he was troubled some about his immortal soul. 

 He condemned all secular music. Jokes, laughter 

 and mirth distressed him. I sat with him for six 

 hours, and, at the end of that time, my joyous 

 disposition was gone. The fountains of mirth 

 dried up. That boy had the most blighting, 

 withering effect of any creature I have ever 

 known. In addition to that, all he knew about 

 the Park was wrong. He located Junction Butte 

 on the Firehole River, just eighty miles out of its 



