"Thar is allus the devil to pay, and after that it most usually settles."
Category: Yellowstone Stories
A Tale: Making Camp Along the Yellowstone River — George W. Wingate, 1885
"Sam flying around from one side of the fire to another, with an intense air of preoccupation, and occasionally uttering a droll remark regarding his experiences in cooking under the various circumstances of his checkered life."
A Tale: Breakfast on a Cold Wilderness Morning — Ernest Ingersoll, c. 1880
"The snow, or the hoarfrost, is thick on the grass beside your couch, and possibly your clothes . . . are covered with as much rime as the beard of St Nicholas."
A Tale: Gathering a Specimen From a Boiling Spring— N.P. Langford, 1870
"The approach to them was unsafe, the incrustation surrounding them bending in many places beneath our weight."
A Tale: An Unfair Fight Between a Bear and a Pussy Cat — Ernest Thompson Seton, 1896
"Eighteen sharp claws, a mouthful of keen teeth, had Pussy, and she worked them all with a desperate will when she landed on Grumpy's bare, bald, sensitive nose."
A Tale: Confusion Surrounds the First Car Officially in Yellowstone — 1915
People feared that automobiles would frighten horses and wildlife, so the park superintendent issue a general order forbidding cars. .... Despite this several vehicles entered the park by accident or contrivance.
A Tale: Guarding the Horses — Rossiter Raymond, 1871
"The night-noises are mysterious and amazingly various, particularly if the camp is surrounded by woods."
A Tale: Traveling to Yellowstone with a Mule Train — John Mortimer Murphy, c. 1879
"These teamsters are a hardy, rough-and-ready class, who seem impervious alike to fear and the vicissitudes of the weather; and it would be difficult to find any persons more hospitable than they are."
A Tale: Face to Face With a Hungry Mountain Lion — Turrill, 1898
"Quicker than lightning the truth flashed over me. The animal had taken to a tree. and was even then, very likely, making ready for a spring."
A Tale: “The worst nuisance in the way of wild varmints is the bears.” Clifton Johnson, 1919.
"I used to have a mule that liked nothing better than to chase a bear up a tree."
