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Park, save the Falls of the Yellowstone. It was 

 so unexpected; so timely, prepared with such 

 exquisite skill and forethought for those unknown 

 wayfarers, that it will always remain a blessed 

 reminiscence. 



You may be sure sleep was long and deep that 

 night, but we had forty miles to go the next day 

 to make Yellowstone and the Gateway in time for 

 the night train; so we did not linger to look 

 at the goysers, which make up in numbers for 

 their lack of size. The Constant and the Minute 

 Men go off regularly once a minute. There is the 

 Locomotive, a boiling spring from which the steam 

 escapes exactly as from an over-pressed boiler. 

 There are evil-looking mud springs and ill-smelling 

 water springs. For a long distance you walk 

 across a temporary roadway surrounded by 

 rumblings and roarings and hissings, with the 

 ground so warm to the feet that you do not 

 care to step off the board walk. In fact, you do 

 not get clear of hot ground for more than a mile 

 from the hotel. It is a marvelous region; taken 

 for all in all the most terrific in the Park. You 



