I've used this blog to post stories I've found about early travel to Yellowstone Park and occasionally other stories. Also, I like to let people know about my other a ctivities: writing, speaking and occasional personal notes. Of course, I'll keep doing those things, but with some new twists. Yellowstone travel stories are getting harder… Continue reading Introducing Free Reads
"The darned thing ... came to life, bounded to his feet, sprang into the air, coming down all four feet together, ... 'Shoot, Bottler,' I cried, 'shoot. In Heaven's name, man, can't you see the buck?'"
“Now and then the fire would burn up bright, casting a fitful gleam out into the damp darkness, and lighting up the bare jaws and white skulls of the two elk-heads, which seemed to grin derisively at me out of the gloom.”
"No doubt the neighborhood of these springs will some day become a fashionable place. At present, being the last outpost of civilization—that is, the last place where whisky is sold."
"With an Indian wife to look after his bodily comforts, a man may devote himself to hunting, fishing, or trapping without a thought or care."
"He stood without betraying the slightest sign of fear or hesitation; but, as if searching with proud disdain for the intruder that had dared to invade his solitude."
"You may use language strong enough to split a rock — hot enough to fuse a diamond — without effect."