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
Category: Dunraven
A Tale: The Antelope That Got Away — Dunraven, 1874
"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?'"
A Tale: A Dark and Stormy Night in Yellowstone Park — Dunraven, 1874
“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.”
A Tale: The Last Outpost of Civilization — 1874
"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."
A Tale: Dunraven Says Mountain Men Led a “Delicious Life” — 1874
"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."
A Tale: Wapiti Are The Stupidest Brutes — 1874
"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."
A Tale: How to Pack a Mule — 1874
"You may use language strong enough to split a rock — hot enough to fuse a diamond — without effect."
