Category: Yellowstone Stories
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A Tale: “Bear That Killed Man Blown to Pieces” — 1917
When the bear came back under cover of darkness and nosed the bait, the mine was sprung and the dynamite did its work most effectively.
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A Scene: Watching Deer in Yellowstone Canyon — Harrison Smith, 1914.
” I caught one glimpse of the lordly up-lifted head of the stag; there was a crash of loose stones under his feet and he turned and fled into the friendly depths of the forest.”
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A Tale: Adventurers Run Out of Grub at Old Faithful — Seth Bullock, 1872
We are getting short on grub. Nothing left but flour and coffee. White prepared for supper a new dish, called Geyser sauce.
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A Tale: A Cayuse with One Blue Eye — Walter DeLacy, 1863
“When you tried to lead him, he wouldn’t go anywhere if he could help it, and if you let him go loose, you could not catch him under an hour.”
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A Tales: Fleeing a Prairie Fire — Henry Erskine Smith, 1893
” The smoke wreaths whirled around us; our eyes were smarting from the heat; the panting horses, mad with terror, blindly rushed through the darkness.”
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A Tale: Soaping Beehive Geyser to Make It Play — Georgina Synge, 1892
“She’s off —the ‘Beehive’s guisin’,” shouted Smithson, and off we dashed, helter-skelter, arriving breathless, but in capital time to see a grand eruption.”
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A Tale: Bears Entertain Yellowstone Campers — Dearling, 1900
By the 1890s, grand hotels had been built throughout Yellowstone Park and kitchen managers dumped their refuse in nearby woods. Bears soon began treating the arrival of garbage carts as invitations to dinner and watching them at the dump became a “must-do ” experience on par with viewing geysers, canyons and falls. In 1900, John…
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A Tale: A Nighttime Visitor — Synge c. 1890
“There’s a wild beast outside!” I cried,” and it’s trying to get in—what shall we do!”
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A Tale: Joe Meek Flees Blackfeet and Finds Wonderland — c. 1829
“Joe gazed and wondered. Curious thoughts came into his head, about hell and the day of doom. “
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A Tale: Another Version of Colter’s Run
“”He saw the younger Indians throwing off their blankets, leggings, and other encumbrances, as if for a race. Now he knew their object. He was to run a race, of which the prize was to be his own life and scalp.”