"Without a moment's warning, we heard a most awful rumbling, the ground shook under our feet, and there burst into the air a column of water and steam that looked as if it reached the skies."
After reaching the end of the railroad line, HWS travels with a pack train through scorching days and freezing nights across Idaho to the edge of Yellowstone National Park. Begin with Part 1 ∞§∞ We were met on the little railroad platform at Camas by our guides, three fine looking mountaineers, who informed us that … Continue reading A Tale: A Lady’s Visit To The Geysers Of The Yellowstone Park (Part 2) — HWS 1880
"On July 27th we started for Camas on the little narrow gauge railroad, our road lying through the dreariest of all dreary alkali plains. As far as the eye could reach, there was nothing to be seen but the burning sand and the sad gray sagebrush."
"With the wind shrieking requiems for the dead and threats for the living, and with the rafters full of bats, I called to him to bring me his shoe, and let me win my wager."
"It was growing dark, and the bear looked a shocking size, as big as a whale. Dear me, perhaps Nimrod was inside—Jonah style."
"I climbed around the edge, past its heated springs and over its mosaic paving, and was seldom disappointed in coaxing a rise where the hot sulphur-tainted streams dripped into the water of the Fire Hole."
For Mother's Day: Some fun family adventures.
“Umbrellas and cayuses don’t agree.”
"We wondered where it [the handkerchief] had been when lost to sight—what it had seen underground, and what tale it could tell if gifted with speech.
"Sometimes tree stumps were too tall to let the wagons pass .... [and] the party had to hitch a team to the back of the wagon and pull it back so they could cut the stump lower."