{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_40658/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_40658","id":"gutenberg_40658","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/40658","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Religion/Spirituality","Category: Travel Writing","Yellowstone National Park"],"text":"Transcriber's note:\n\nText enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).\n\nSmall capital text has been replaced with all capitals.\n\nVariations in spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained\nexcept in obvious cases of typographical error.\n\nThe illustrations have been moved so that they do not break up\nparagraphs, thus the page number of the illustration might not match\nthe page number in the List of Illustrations.\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: ALMA WHITE]\n\n\n\n\n  WITH GOD IN THE\n  YELLOWSTONE\n\n  BY\n\n  ALMA WHITE\n\n  AUTHOR OF\n\n  _Looking Back from Beulah_ (in both English\n  and German), _Gems of Life_, _Golden Sunbeams_,\n  _Demons and Tongues_, _The Chosen People_, _My\n  Trip to the Orient_, _The New Testament Church_\n  (2 vols.), _The Titanic Tragedy--God Speaking\n  to the Nations_, _Truth Stranger than Fiction_,\n  _Why I do not Eat Meat_, _Restoration of Israel,\n  the Hope of the World_, _The Story of My Life_\n  (Vol. I); and Editor of the _Pillar of Fire_, the\n  _Good Citizen_, the _Rocky Mountain Pillar of Fire_,\n  the _London Pillar of Fire_, the _British Sentinel_,\n  and the _Occidental Pillar of Fire_.\n\n  PILLAR of FIRE\n  Zarephath,--New Jersey\n  1920\n\n  _Copyright, 1920, by Alma White_\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE\n\n\nIn this volume I have attempted not simply to give a brief account of\na recent trip to Yellowstone National Park and to describe some of\nNature's grandeurs, but to elucidate spiritual truths that were\ndemonstrated in this place of many \"wonders\" in a thousand miracles\nbefore my eyes.\n\nThere is no more poetical, picturesque, and fascinating spot on the\nglobe, and no other place where magnificence and sublimity blend so\nharmoniously with the softest tints and colorings as in the\nYellowstone region.\n\nHere are geological formations in which the book of ages has been\nwritten in inks of variegated hues. In the canyons, rivers, and\nwaterfalls, in the lakes, springs, and pools, specimens of Eden have\nbeen preserved on the outside of a thin crust, covering the sulphurous\nflames of the regions below, where the rumblings of God's wrath are\nheard threatening the world with judgments.\n\nThe mighty forces that operated in ages past are still at His command,\ndemonstrated by the boiling springs, the volcanoes and spouting\ngeysers. Ten thousand omens are heralding the approach of the\nwinding-up of this age, and the beginning of a new dispensation in\nwhich all men shall acknowledge Jehovah in His majesty and power as\nthe one and only Potentate worthy of the adoration and homage of the\nhuman race.\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n\n                                                PAGE\n\n  Historical Statement                             9\n\n  CHAPTER I--Enroute to the Park                  19\n\n  CHAPTER II--Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone     33\n\n  CHAPTER III--Upper and Lower Falls              47\n\n  CHAPTER IV--Mammoth Hot Springs                 59\n\n  CHAPTER V--Norris Geyser Basin                  73\n\n  CHAPTER VI--Upper Geyser Basin                  84\n\n  CHAPTER VII--Upper Geyser Basin (Cont.)        102\n\n  CHAPTER VIII--The Bottomless Pit               109\n\n  CHAPTER IX--The Voice of God                   123\n\n  The Yellowstone and How it was Made            136\n\n\n\n\nILLUSTRATIONS\n\n\n                                                PAGE\n  ALMA WHITE                          _Frontispiece_\n\n  Map of Yellowstone Park                          8\n\n  Group of Bannock Indian War Chiefs              12\n\n  Bannock Indian Papoose                          14\n\n  Arch at Northern Entrance to Yellowstone Park   18\n\n  Shoshone Canyon                                 22\n\n  Shoshone Dam                                    24\n\n  The Holy City                                   27\n\n  Pahaska Tepee Lodge                             29\n\n  Chittenden Bridge                               32\n\n  Sylvan Lake                                     35\n\n  Yellowstone Lake                                37\n\n  Eagle's Nest Rock                               40\n\n  Grand Canyon, from Inspiration Point            42\n\n  Willow Park Camp                                45\n\n  Lower Yellowstone Fall                          48\n\n  Bear Feeding \"A La Carte\"                       52\n\n  Upper Yellowstone Fall                          55\n\n  Beaver Dam                                      61\n\n  Mammoth Hot Springs                             63\n\n  Fort Yellowstone                                66\n\n  Obsidian Cliff                                  69\n\n  Roaring Mountain                                72\n\n  Norris Geyser Basin                             75\n\n  National Park Mountain                          78\n\n  \"Hell's Half Acre\"                              80\n\n  Mammoth Paint Pots                              83\n\n  Office Old Faithful Inn                         85\n\n  Old Faithful Geyser                             86\n\n  Giantess Geyser in Action                       89\n\n  The Sponge Geyser                               93\n\n  The Beehive Geyser                              95\n\n  Castle Geyser                                   98\n\n  Butterfly Spring                               100\n\n  Riverside Geyser                               105\n\n  Giant Geyser                                   107\n\n  Morning Glory Spring                           108\n\n  Grotto Geyser                                  111\n\n  Sapphire Pool--Biscuit Basin                   114\n\n  Punch Bowl                                     116\n\n  Handkerchief Pool                              118\n\n  Emerald Pool                                   121\n\n  Jupiter Terrace                                125\n\n  Buffalo Herd                                   127\n\n  Elk Stalled in Snow                            130\n\n  Golden Gate Canyon and Viaduct                 132\n\n[Illustration: MAP OF YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK]\n\n\n\n\nHISTORICAL STATEMENT\n\n\nIn a book entitled, _The Discovery of Yellowstone Park_, written by\nNathaniel P. Langford, the author gives an account of an expedition of\n130 persons who started from St. Paul, June 16, 1862, for the Salmon\nRiver, as it had been widely rumored that extensive placer mines had\nbeen discovered there. The expedition was led by Captain James L.\nFisk, the noted Indian fighter. Among his assistants were E. H.\nBurritt, Nathaniel P. Langford, and Samuel R. Bond, who acted as\nsecretary. David E. Folsom, Robert C. Knox, Cornelius Bray, Patrick\nDoherty, Ard Godfrey, and Patrick Bray, were selected for guard duty.\nMany well-known pioneers of Montana were in this company, whose names\nare familiar to the writer.\n\nAfter eighteen weeks of hazardous adventure, the expedition arrived,\non the 23d of October, at Grasshopper Creek. The weather being too\ncold for them to proceed on the journey, they decided to camp in that\nlocality for the winter. This region was then the rendezvous of the\nBannack Indians; and the St. Paul expedition named the settlement\nBannack.\n\nTo me it is a strange coincidence that this expedition of pioneers\nshould have left St. Paul on the day of my birth, the 16th of June,\n1862; and that on March 31st, 1882, a little more than nineteen years,\nlater, I should reach this same locality, having been engaged to teach\nthe Bannack public school, which I began the 4th of April.\n\nFrequently the early history of the town and its inhabitants was\nrehearsed in my hearing, but many deplored the fact that some of the\nold-timers had moved to Virginia City, Helena, Butte, and other\nplaces, and that the placer mines of Bannack were not so prosperous as\nin former days. But there were enough of the pioneers left to keep\nfresh in the memories of the younger generation the stories of\nadventures with wild beasts, the Indians, etc. Some of the stories\nwere looked upon as fabrications, while others were known to be plain\nstatements of facts.\n\nI heard so much about the Indians, their reprisals and cruelty, that I\nlived in constant dread of them, even when there was no cause for\nalarm. A short time before I reached Montana, which was then a\nterritory, there had been an uprising of some tribes, and a number of\npersons living in Bannack and vicinity had been killed. When they were\non the warpath at this particular time, the inhabitants of Bannack had\nto barricade themselves in the new brick courthouse and stay for days\nto protect themselves from a general slaughter.\n\nI was not afraid of the squaws with their papooses strapped to boards\non their backs, but when the \"bucks,\" as they were called, pressed\ntheir flat noses against the window-panes asking for muck-a-muck\n(food), they frightened me so that I could not get over it for hours.\nNo one else seemed to have any fear of them, even though harrowing\nstories were everywhere being told about their treachery and cruelty.\nI made my home with Aunt Eliza, my mother's sister, who had married\nDillon B. Mason, a pioneer of Montana, about ten years before. It was\nshe who had engaged the public school for me and had insisted on my\ncoming to Montana, from Kentucky, to teach at Bannack.\n\nWhen the Indians on their foraging expeditions came around to the\nback door and windows of the kitchen, it seemed to be my lot to see\nthem first. When they saw how I was disturbed at their presence, they\nwould throw their heads back and laugh, and say, \"White squaw, heaply\nbig fool.\" My uncle and aunt were always on friendly terms with them,\ncalling them John, Jim, and other familiar names. This pleased them\nvery much, especially when food was given them; and I knew they would\nbe around again in a few days, much to my annoyance.\n\n[Illustration: No 61 A GROUP OF BANNOCK WAR CHIEFS POCATELLO IDAHO]\n\nPatrick Bray of Bannack, whose name is mentioned in the St. Paul\nexpedition, was one of the old pioneers who could tell more \"blood and\nthunder\" stories than anyone else in the community.\n\n[Illustration: No 58 BANNOCK PAPOOSE POCATELLO IDAHO]\n\nIn 1870, a party composed of some of the most prominent citizens of\nMontana, under the leadership of General Washburn, then the\nSurveyor-General of the Territory, went on an exploring expedition to\nthe Yellowstone regions. The names of some of the members of this\nparty were household words in the early days of Montana, and familiar\nto the writer. Among them were Cornelius Hedges, Nathaniel P.\nLangford, the first superintendent of the Park, T. C. Everts, S. T.\nHauser, and Lieut. G. C. Doane. The reader will note the fact that N.\nP. Langford was a member of the St. Paul party under the leadership of\nCaptain Fisk, that landed on Grasshopper Creek, Montana, in the fall\nof 1862; and much of the success of the expedition was due to his\nheroism. Also much credit is due him for his unabating devotion to the\ncause of the republic, and the service he rendered in having the\nregion set apart as a National Park, March 1st, 1872. Until this time,\nthere were no restrictions on hunting, trapping, gathering of\nspecimens, etc., or to fencing in the geysers by private individuals.\nTHE ACT OF THE DEDICATION OF YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK, approved March\n1st, 1872, was as follows:\n\n     \"BE IT ENACTED BY THE SENATE AND THE HOUSE OF\n     REPRESENTATIVES OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN CONGRESS\n     ASSEMBLED:\n\n     \"That the tract of land in the Territories of Montana and\n     Wyoming, lying near the headwaters of the Yellowstone River,\n     and described as follows, to-wit: Commencing at the junction\n     of Gardiner River with the Yellowstone River, and running\n     east to the meridian passing ten miles to the eastward of\n     the most eastern point of Yellowstone Lake; thence south\n     along the said meridian to the parallel of latitude passing\n     ten miles south of the most southern point of Yellowstone\n     Lake; thence west along said parallel to the meridian\n     passing fifteen miles west of the most western point of\n     Madison Lake; thence north along said meridian to the\n     latitude of the junction of the Yellowstone and Gardiner\n     Rivers; thence east to place of beginning--is hereby\n     reserved and withdrawn from settlement, occupancy or sale\n     under the laws of the United States, and dedicated and set\n     apart as a public park or pleasure ground for the benefit\n     and enjoyment of the people; and all persons who shall\n     locate, settle upon or occupy the same or any part thereof,\n     except as hereinafter provided, shall be considered\n     trespassers and removed therefrom.\n\n     \"Sec. 2. The said public Park shall be under the exclusive\n     control of the Secretary of the Interior, whose duty it\n     shall be, as soon as practicable, to make and publish such\n     rules and regulations as he may deem necessary and proper\n     for the care and management of the same. Such regulations\n     shall provide for the preservation from injury or spoliation\n     of all timber, mineral deposits, natural curiosities or\n     wonders within said park and their retention in their\n     natural condition.\n\n     \"The Secretary may, in his discretion, grant leases for\n     building purposes, for terms not exceeding ten years, of\n     small parcels of ground, at such places in said park as\n     shall require the erection of buildings for the\n     accommodation of visitors; all the proceeds of said leases,\n     and all other revenues that may be derived from any source\n     connected with said park, to be expended under his direction\n     in the management of the same, and the construction of roads\n     and bridle paths therein. He shall provide against the\n     wanton destruction of the fish and game found within said\n     park, and against their capture or destruction for the\n     purpose of merchandise or profit. He shall also cause all\n     persons trespassing upon the same after the passage of this\n     act to be removed therefrom, and generally shall be\n     authorized to take all such measures as shall be necessary\n     or proper to fully carry out the objects and purpose of this\n     act.\"\n\n[Illustration: ARCH AT NORTHERN ENTRANCE TO YELLOWSTONE PARK,\nDEDICATED BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT]\n\n\n\n\nWith God In the Yellowstone\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I\n\nENROUTE TO THE PARK\n\n\nOn September 2, 1919, I left Zarephath, New Jersey for Denver,\nColorado. Seven days later, accompanied by my brother and his wife,\nRev. Charles W. and Lillian O. Bridwell, I started on a trip to the\nYellowstone National Park. Traffic on the railroads was so heavy out\nof Denver that we had some difficulty in getting properly routed, but\nfinally succeeded. Twenty-four hours later, we reached Cody, Wyoming,\nthe eastern entrance to the Park. We secured lodging at the Irma\nHotel, founded by William F. Cody (Buffalo Bill), and named for his\nfavorite daughter.\n\nOn the walls of the office and in the halls of this hotel were\nsplendid paintings, in which the whole history of the famous\nfrontiersman and Indian fighter was shown. Hours could profitably be\nspent studying these pictures, in which one could learn more about the\n\"Wild West,\" of former days, than one could get from the average\nhistory. All of the famous Indian chiefs were there, among them, Red\nCloud, Sitting Bull, and Black Bird. Their features were so perfectly\noutlined I almost felt I was looking into their faces.\n\nThere were so many tourists we were fortunate in getting\naccommodations at this place, when arrangements had not been made\nahead. Since I felt the need of rest, and my brother wanted more\ninformation concerning the tour through the Park, we concluded to stay\nover for a day. We held an open-air Gospel meeting here, and had the\nopportunity of getting acquainted with some of the people whom we told\nabout the work of the Pillar of Fire organization.\n\nAt one time we had about decided to hire an automobile and drive\nthrough the Park, but later, concluded it would be too much of an\nundertaking, and made arrangements with the Yellowstone Park\nTransportation Company to take us through for about forty-three\ndollars each; this included board and lodging at the Yellowstone\nCamps.\n\nAt 8:15, on the morning of September 12, we boarded one of the big,\nyellow touring-cars, with a number of other passengers, and proceeded\non our journey. We had nothing to do with the selection of our\nautomobile party, but could not have been better suited. About four\nmiles west of Cody, we entered the SHOSHONE CANYON, three miles from\nthe first tunnel. In the meantime, we were climbing up the\nmountainside so rapidly that it was soon hundreds of feet to the chasm\nbelow.\n\nIn a little while we reached the top of the SHOSHONE DAM, to the left,\nand here made our first stop. The scenery, while approaching and when\nleaving the dam, was the most magnificent I have ever beheld.\nWord-pictures fail to give even a slight idea of the depths of the\ncanyon, the wonderful tints and hues caused by mineral formations and\nvolcanic action in ages past. The trees on either side were of such\nimmense height, that I was almost staggered. I was not expecting\nanything like this, on the run from Cody to the boundary of the Park;\nand surprises awaited me every moment of the time.\n\nWhile waiting at the dam, I copied from a board the following\ndimensions:\n\n[Illustration: SHOSHONE CANYON \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\n  Height, 328 feet,\n  Thickness at base, 108 feet,\n  Thickness at top, 10 feet,\n  Length of crest, 200 feet,\n  Capacity of reservoir, 456,000 acre-feet,\n  Area of water surface, 10 square miles,\n  Maximum width, 4 miles,\n  Maximum depth, 233 feet,\n  Length of spillway, 300 feet,\n  Work begun, 1905,\n  Work completed, 1910,\n  Total cost, $1,354,000.\n\nThe scenery approaching the dam on both sides, was to me so\nunparalleled and inspiring, my heart cried out with the Psalmist:\n\n\"Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before\nthe mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth\nand the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God....\nFor a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is\npast, and as a watch in the night.\"\n\nAfter leaving the dam, we passed slowly through the third, fourth,\nfifth, and sixth tunnels. Twelve miles from Cody we had a magnificent\nview of the great SHOSHONE RESERVOIR at our left. Then we passed the\nMorris Ranch, crossed the bridge over the Shoshone River and turned\nto the right. We passed a school house, Hollister's Ranch, Frost and\nRichard's Ranch, entered Shoshone National Forest and took the left\nside road to Canyon Forest Ranger Station. Two miles farther was the\noverhanging Rock Cliff, and other places of less importance between it\nand the Holy City at the right.\n\n[Illustration: SHOSHONE DAM \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nAbout forty-one miles from Cody we came to the Palisades; then\nfollowed Mesa Creek, Good Camp, Elephant Head at the right, Mutilated\nHand, and Eagle Creek. About fifty-three miles from Cody we arrived at\nPAHASKA TEPEE LODGE, founded by Buffalo Bill. This station is only two\nmiles from the boundary of the Park. The yellow cars turn in at the\nlodge for luncheon. A stop of about an hour and a half was allowed\nhere. The house is built of unplaned logs with a large fireplace and\nsmall windows. It has wide porches, provided with easy chairs for the\ntourists. While it has a wild, rustic appearance it is homelike.\n\nA little brown bear chained to a tree on the grass plot in front\nfurnished much amusement for the company by turning somersaults. Three\nor four bears had been killed a few days before, somewhere in the\nneighborhood of the lodge, and bear meat was served at luncheon.\nHowever, none of the three members of our party ate animal flesh.\n\nWe asked that eggs might be substituted, but our request was not\ngranted, and we had to be content with what we could get. We did not\nfind the courtesy and interest manifested in our welfare here, on the\npart of the managers, that we expected; and we felt that if we had to\nmeet the same difficulties farther on, it would be a matter of regret\nto us that we did not hire a conveyance and make an independent tour.\nFortunately, we found a decided difference in the management at the\ncamps.\n\nTwo young women, who had been residing in the park camps for the\nsummer, had arranged with the driver of our car to sit on the front\nseat with him on the trip from Cody to Yellowstone Camp. However, they\nwere not on hand in the morning when we were ready to start, and a\nperson who had later secured the front seat kindly let me have it. I\nwas grateful for the protection the wind-shield gave me, and of being\nable to keep my feet warm near the engine. When the young women\nfound that they had been left, they hired an automobile and overtook\nus. They paid a woman chauffeur, clad in men's clothing, ten dollars\nfor this trip; and just as we were halting at the dam they drove up,\nto the delight of the young man who was driving our car.\n\n[Illustration: THE HOLY CITY \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nNothing was said to me about giving them the front seat, but they made\nsome remarks in the presence of others that showed plainly what was on\ntheir minds. I kept my place until we reached Pahaska Lodge. In the\nmeantime \"Heine,\" the driver, as he was called, seemed more or less\nexcited, and occasionally called to them in the rear seat. He was\nrunning at such speed it was difficult for some of the passengers to\nkeep their places, especially where there were sharp curves in the\nroad. He was, no doubt, a skilful driver. He seemed to know that he\nwas exceeding the speed limit, and shouted out to one of the young\nwomen, \"Ruth, are you all there?\" A few minutes after this he ran\nagainst the post of a bridge and came near having a wreck, but no one\nsaid anything to him, nor made a protest against his carelessness and\nlevity when he should have been attending to business.\n\n\"Heine\" spent the time at Pahaska Lodge in the company of the two\ngirls; and when the time came to go, he did not wait, as others did,\nto load up in front of the building, but took them out to the rear\nwhere the car was standing and put them in the front seat. There was a\nprotest on the part of all the other passengers, who insisted that he\nshould give me the seat I had occupied in the morning, but he was\nunyielding; and after a half hour's delay and controversy they saw the\nutter futility of trying to convince him of his act of injustice, and\nproceeded on the journey. However, it served the purpose of quieting\nhim down and causing him to be more careful in the dangerous places of\nthe road.\n\n[Illustration: PAHASKA TEPEE LODGE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe woman in charge at the Pahaska Lodge, who had failed to serve us\nwith eggs, after one of the waitresses had promised them to me, was\nchafing under an impeachment of her lack of good will and hospitality\ntoward some of her patrons; and came boldly out to the car, and in the\npresence of every one took sides with the driver, assuring him that\nshe would stand for the delay. This greatly strengthened him in the\nstand he had taken.\n\nIt was not very pleasant to ride behind a driver with so much\nresponsibility, who was carrying on a flirtation. I once saw a\nbrakeman flirting with a young woman when he should have been\nattending to business. Suddenly, he lost his footing, fell between the\ncars and was crushed to death. Human nature has been so weakened\nthrough the fall that there is not much dependence to be put in one\nwhere a play by the opposite sex is being made on the heartstrings.\nSamson was shorn of his strength by the fair-faced Delilah, and made\nto grind without eyes in the mills of the Philistines, after he had\nrent a lion, carried off the gates of Gaza, and defied all the enemies\nof Israel.\n\nThere is too much good-natured toleration of such things, where human\nlives are involved. Most people choose the path of least resistance,\nwhen it does not seriously interfere with their rights or comfort, but\nnot so with our fellow passengers, four of whom were devout members of\nthe Friends' Church. There was a principle involved, and they did not\nhesitate to show on which side they were. We enjoyed the company of\nthese \"Friends\" very much. The two gentlemen and their wives were our\ncompanions on the trip from the morning we left Cody till the day we\nparted at the Old Faithful Camp at the Upper Geyser Basin.\n\n[Illustration: CHITTENDEN BRIDGE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II\n\nGRAND CANYON OF THE YELLOWSTONE\n\n\nAfter crossing the Yellowstone boundary, about two miles west of\nPahaska Tepee Lodge, I began to feel an atmosphere of freedom that I\nhad not hitherto enjoyed on the trip. I felt that the Yellowstone\nNational Park, with all of its wonders and many interests, belonged to\nme as much as to any other person on the earth; and from that moment\nit seemed that I was walking with God to the very gates of heaven and\nto the brink of hell. The freedom of animal life in the Park, brought\nto my mind vivid pictures of the Millennium, when, as Isaiah says,\nnothing shall hurt or destroy in all God's holy mountain. It should be\na matter of great interest and satisfaction to Americans that our\ngovernment has the custody of the Yellowstone--that man with selfish\ninterests is prohibited from laying claim to anything within its\nboundaries, and is compelled to refrain from marring or defacing the\nformations around the geysers and other places, and from destroying\nanimal life.\n\nIt is to be deplored that so few know how rich they are in the gifts\nthat God and nature have bestowed upon us as a people, in this vast\nregion of more than 3,000 square miles of so many miracles and\nwonders.\n\nAbout eight miles from the border, we came to Sylvan Pass; then\nfollowed Snow Fall, Lake Eleanor, Sylvan Lodge, Sylvan Lake, and\nWedded Trees, at the left. About eleven miles from Sylvan Pass, we\ncame to Turbid Lake, Osprey Nest in a tree at the right, Fishing\nBridge, Yellowstone River, and turned to the right to Grand Canyon.\n\nOur first stop after leaving Pahaska Lodge was at MUD VOLCANO and\nGREEN GABLE SPRING, at the left. This was the first place where we had\nfound any disturbance on the surface caused by the heated regions\nbelow. The angry crater of the volcano resembled, in some respects,\nthe Mammoth Paint Pots in the Lower Geyser Basin, but unlike the\nlatter, there was nothing beautiful about it,--it was simply a great\nmass of boiling mud, manifesting such intense heat as to spout up\nseveral feet, threatening to bespatter those who came too near. It\nwas enclosed by a railing, around which was a board walk. Below the\nmud geyser was a boiling spring where the water, clear as crystal,\npoured out of the ground and was carried away.\n\n[Illustration: SYLVAN LAKE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nI ventured to put my finger into the water and was nearly burned. This\nplace was only a suggestion of what we were to see later in the Geyser\nBasins.\n\nAt our left, eight miles from Sylvan Pass, we had a splendid view of\nYELLOWSTONE LAKE in the distance. In the heart of the Park Plateau,\naveraging more than eight thousand feet elevation, surrounded by\nmountains, waterfalls, and cascades, is the lake, twenty miles in\nlength, which, at its elevation, has but one rival, Lake Titicaca, in\nthe Andes. As our party did not visit West Thumb, it was our privilege\nto see the lake only at a distance, where we could have but a slight\nidea of its beauty and immensity.\n\n\"David E. Folsom, of the Folsom and Cook Exploring Party, in 1869\nsays:\n\n     'As we were about departing on our homeward trip, we\n     ascended the summit of a neighboring hill and took a final\n     look at Yellowstone Lake. Nestled among the forest-crowned\n     hills which bounded our vision, lay this inland sea, its\n     crystal waves dancing and sparkling in the sunlight as if\n     laughing with joy for their wild freedom. It is a scene of\n     transcendent beauty, which has been viewed by but few white\n     men, and we felt glad to have looked upon it before its\n     primeval solitude should be broken by the crowds of\n     pleasure-seekers, which at no distant day will throng its\n     shores.'\"\n\n[Illustration: YELLOWSTONE LAKE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nFor the next few miles the scenery was most fascinating, but it was\nonly a prelude to what awaited us in the first glimpse we were to get\nof the GRAND CANYON.\n\nWe halted at INSPIRATION POINT, where I followed others down the steps\nto a great ledge of rocks overhanging the chasm. The scene that\ngreeted my vision was so overwhelming and unexpected that I became\ndizzy and had to make my way back to the car, supported by the\nrailing.\n\nThis yawning gulf with its awful depths of nearly two thousand feet,\nthrough which the river, like a silver thread was wending its way, and\nthe sublime coloring produced by nature, reflected from the mineral\nformations on the sides of the great canyon, was a sight too much for\nhuman frailty, and I had to be satisfied to take a glimpse and wait\nuntil I could recuperate from the shock before attempting another\nadventure.\n\nBefore leaving Inspiration Point, some one shouted, \"See the eagle's\nnest!\" and there, looking down into a tall pine tree at the right of\nthe descent, was the nest; but I was more interested in the canyon,\nfor I had never had the faintest conception of what it really is.\n\nWhen I had recuperated somewhat from the bewilderment, I was inclined\nto charge those who had visited the Park before, among whom were my\nbrother and his wife, with stupidity and a lack of appreciation for\nnot having done more to tell of such grandeur. But afterwards I had to\nadmit that the half cannot be told however much anyone might try.\nUnlike the Royal Gorge in Colorado, we were not at the bottom looking\nup, but at the top looking down into the silent and awful depths. It\nwas as if the earth had rent asunder and we were standing on the brink\nlooking over into the abyss.\n\n     \"Of all the marvels of the Yellowstone National Park, the\n     most sublime is the Grand Canyon. Through this the\n     Yellowstone River, which is a tributary of the Missouri,\n     flows in one place for twenty continuous miles between\n     perpendicular cliffs only about 200 yards apart and from\n     1,200 to 1,500 feet in height. At the entrance of this part\n     of the canyon the whole river makes a stupendous leap of\n     308 feet, in what is known as the 'Lower Fall.' The sides of\n     this gigantic chasm have literally almost all the colors of\n     the rainbow displayed upon their vertical surfaces. Red,\n     orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, and white tints, are\n     constantly succeeding one another here in wonderful variety,\n     thus lighting up with glory countless architectural forms,\n     which Nature, it would seem, had fashioned here to make the\n     proudest works of man appear diminutive and tame. These\n     colors doubtless have been formed by the percolating through\n     the cliffs of the hot mineral waters from the neighboring\n     springs. Distinguished painters have sadly declared that any\n     adequate representation of these brilliant, variegated hues\n     is utterly beyond the power of human art. What an unrivalled\n     combination is there, therefore, in this canyon, of\n     awe-inspiring grandeur and enchanting beauty! And what a\n     magnificent pathway has been given to the Yellowstone River!\n     Leaving the famous Yellowstone Lake enclosed by snow-clad\n     mountains, it passes through a series of rapids and a fall\n     of 140 feet before it even reaches the Grand Canyon, and\n     just beyond this it receives a tributary, which in its haste\n     to join it, makes a leap of 156 feet. Thus cradled in\n     sublimity, the Yellowstone River must be called in some\n     respects the most extraordinary stream upon our continent.\"\n\n[Illustration: EAGLE'S NEST ROCK \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nWhy was this place kept concealed from the eyes of civilized man for\nnearly four hundred years after America was discovered? Even now only\na small per cent of the 100,000,000 people of the United States know\nwhat they possess in this romantic and mysterious region, which in\nsome places seems to be the ante-chamber of heaven and the very mouth\nof hell. Many, for lack of opportunity or interest, will never see the\nYellowstone National Park, while multitudes from foreign shores will\nswarm like bees within its boundaries and reap the benefits of the\nsacrifice and toil of its discoverers and of God's free gift to\nAmerica.\n\n[Illustration: NO. 147. UP THE GRAND CANYON FROM INSPIRATION\nPT.--YELLOWSTONE PARK. HAYNES-PHOTO.]\n\nWhen the Queen of Sheba came from the uttermost parts of the earth to\nhear the wisdom of Solomon, and he answered all her questions, showing\nher the riches and glory of his kingdom, she said, \"It was a true\nreport that I heard in mine own land of thy acts and of thy wisdom.\nHowbeit I believed not the words, until I came, and mine eyes had seen\nit: and, BEHOLD, THE HALF WAS NOT TOLD ME.\" This truly could be said\nof the Grand Canyon. I have been many times through the Rocky Mountain\nregions, passed through the Royal Gorge, have seen most of the places\nof interest that the mountain passes, fastnesses, and peaks afford,\nbut nothing had ever so charmed, awed, inspired, and bewildered me\nas did the first glimpse of the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone.\n\nSolomon's kingdom symbolizes the second work of grace, taught in the\nScriptures, an experience which no one can understand unless he is in\npossession of it. Experience is necessary to enjoy it in its fulness,\nand so with nature's grandeur and magnificence on such a tremendous\nscale as in the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. One must see with the\neyes what the mind fails to grasp by the hearing of the ear. Language,\nwith its adaptability to the usages of mortal man, is inadequate.\nWord-pictures, though drawn by the most visionary and gifted, fail to\nconvey in a slight degree the grandeur of nature's activities and\nexhibitions in this the most inspiring and picturesque spot on the\nglobe.\n\nAfter I was again seated in the car, for a few moments my eyes were\nclosed to all the world about me, and in a new sense I began to\nrealize the infinite depths of divine power and wisdom, and how small\nis the creature when compared with the Creator.\n\nAt ARTIST'S VIEW we stopped again for another look at the canyon. In\nthe opinion of some persons, a better view was to be had here than at\nInspiration Point, but I did not think so, and did not tarry long.\nFeeling that enough had been crowded into one day, I went back to the\nstage anxious to get where I could relax and rest.\n\nA few minutes later we arrived at YELLOWSTONE CAMP, near the Upper and\nLower Falls. After we had registered and were shown the way to our\ntents, the evening meal was served in a large, spacious dining-room.\n\nIn the office of the camp we found a log fire burning. A score or more\nof tourists seated around it were engaged in conversation; and the new\narrivals received a cordial welcome. Everything presented so homelike\nan appearance, it made me feel as if I should like to spend a week\nhere.\n\nThe greatest courtesy was manifested on the part of the managers and\nthose who rendered us service, and I felt that they had a real heart\ninterest in our welfare. The accommodations in the tents were all that\none could ask. The tents had floors, were boarded up the sides, and\nfurnished with all the conveniences necessary. In each one there was a\nstove that was lighted both morning and evening, as it was late in\nthe season and sometimes the temperature was almost at freezing point.\nWhen a fire was needed, one of the attendants at the camp came to\nlight it.\n\n[Illustration: WILLOW PARK CAMP, YELLOWSTONE PARK \u00a9 _Haynes, St.\nPaul_]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III\n\nUPPER AND LOWER FALLS\n\n\nAfter dinner was served on the evening of our arrival, my brother and\nhis wife took a trip down UNCLE TOM'S TRAIL to the base of the Lower\nYellowstone Fall. They returned later, excited not a little, to tell\nof their adventure and what they had seen. I regretted that they did\nnot wait until morning so that I could go with them, but I was so\nelated with the description of the fall that I was determined to go\ndown the trail, if I had to go alone. The next morning when I saw how\nhazardous the undertaking would be, there was nothing that could have\ninduced me to descend the rocky steep over which they had traveled.\nSister Lillian and I got a good view of the fall from a prominence\nnear the edge of the canyon, and this satisfied me.\n\nJust before the water makes its tremendous leap, it is compressed\nwithin a width of about 100 feet, where it seems to slow down to\nprepare for the shock before it dashes 308 feet over the rocks. Here\nfrom the foaming mass of spray, gorgeous rainbows may be seen. The eye\nis then inclined to follow the little stream that dwindles away\nbetween the rocky sides of the great chasm, foaming and dashing as it\ngoes, until it looks like a silver thread in the distance. The rainbow\ncolors at the fall, blending with the various tints and hues reflected\nfrom the mineral formations on the sides of the canyon, presented a\npicture that no artist could paint.\n\nMy sister and I took the trail along the edge of the canyon and\nfinally made intersection with the automobile road within a short\ndistance of the camp. On the way back, I felt as if I had lighted down\non another sphere where I could stay for only a brief period, and that\nI must profit by every moment of time that was allotted me. Pausing by\nthe roadside, I asked the question, \"What shall it be when these\nmortal bodies put on immortality, when they shall no longer be subject\nto the laws of gravitation or others governing material substances?\nWhat shall it be to wing one's flight to unseen worlds where there is\nstill a greater comprehension to be had of Him who created the world\nand threw it from the tips of His fingers into space!\"\n\nIt took thousands of years for astronomers to learn that the earth is\nhung upon nothing; that when God created it He made it out of nothing,\nand set the forces in action that were continually demonstrating His\nomnipotence before their eyes.\n\nThe plan of salvation, of which it is my privilege to be a partaker,\nwas never more precious to me than at this time, and I had a new\nappreciation of the fact that an infinite price had been paid for\nman's redemption. I felt renewed inspiration to press the battle\nagainst sin and unrighteousness to the gates of heaven or to the\ndepths of hell.\n\nThe Calvary route is often rugged. There are many dangerous places,\nwhere if the Infinite One did not clasp our hands and hold them\ntightly, we would plunge to the depths of the chasm and be wrecked and\nruined for time and eternity. We have the blessed consolation,\nhowever, that He has promised to guide us with His eye, and never to\nleave or forsake those who put their trust in Him.\n\nThere is an atmosphere of sincerity among the people around the hotels\nand camps of the Yellowstone that is rarely found in summer resorts\nin other places. Here the voice of God in nature is heard in the\nsmallest whisper, and again in tones of thunder; those who are\ninclined to be giddy and possessed with a spirit of levity, suddenly\nfind themselves sobering up and beginning to think upon those things\nthat involve the interests of their immortal souls.\n\nMany of the helpers about the camps and hotels of the Park, I was\ntold, were students and teachers who had come to the Yellowstone\nunprepared financially to make the tour, and had accepted positions as\nwaiters, waitresses, etc., in order to pay their way through, and to\nbe able to return by the time their schools opened. Some of them\nreceived only slight compensation, and depended on the good will of\nthe tourists to reimburse them for services.\n\nThe familiarity that was seen everywhere between man and beast\nbetokens the fact that an earnest of Isaiah's prophecy of the\nMillennium is being fulfilled. These native animals are free to go\nwherever they please, and seem to have little or no fear. In many\ninstances they come close enough to eat out of the hands of the\ntourists. At the park camps and around the kitchens of the hotels,\nblack, brown, and occasionally grizzly bears could be seen at almost\nany hour of the day eating out of tins or otherwise in search of food.\nAt our camp, near the kitchen, I found a brown bear with two little\ncubs. She looked at me with an independent toss of her head as much as\nto say, \"You may be surprised to see me here, but I am enjoying the\nrights and privileges accorded me under the laws governing the Park; I\nam taking no undue liberties nor committing any offense.\" She then\ntook an affectionate look at her cubs and warned me to keep my\ndistance. I assured her that I had no thought of disturbing them, and\nso there was an understanding between us. I afterward made frequent\nvisits to the brow of the hill where I could get a good view of her\nand her little ones.\n\nTourists often make a mistake in trying to feed and pet the bears.\nSigns are up everywhere warning them of this danger. A short time\nbefore our party arrived, some person tried to pet a bear and was\nbitten in the wrist. It taught him and others a lesson. These animals\nhave not been tamed, and the reason they are not so vicious as in\nprimeval days is because no one is allowed to wound or kill them.\nWhen one becomes unmanageable and it is necessary to dispose of it,\nthe government rangers who have charge of the Park remove all traces\nof blood, and even burn the hide, so as to keep from arousing\nsuspicion on the part of others. Thus we see, in part, what the\nMillennium will be when nothing shall hurt or destroy, and when\n\"righteousness shall be the girdle of his lions, and faithfulness the\ngirdle of his reins.\"\n\n[Illustration: BEAR FEEDING \"A LA CARTE\" \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\n\"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie\ndown with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling\ntogether; and a little child shall lead them. And the cow and the bear\nshall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion\nshall eat straw like the ox. And the sucking child shall play on the\nhole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the\ncockatrice' den. THEY SHALL NOT HURT NOR DESTROY IN ALL MY HOLY\nMOUNTAIN: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as\nthe waters cover the sea\" (Isa. II:5:9).\n\nWe could have spent another day at the Grand Canyon, as we had\narranged for a five-day tour, but decided to spend more time at Old\nFaithful Camp near the Upper Geyser Basin, and therefore planned to\nleave in the afternoon. In the meantime I packed up my things, made\nsome notes in my diary, and went alone to the Upper Yellowstone Fall.\n\nHere, with no one present but the unseen host, I spent one of the most\nprofitable hours of my life. I was in a position to get a good view of\nthe Fall, where the water was dashing more than a hundred feet over\nthe rocks, preparatory to the final plunge of three hundred feet a\nhalf mile below.\n\nFor a short time, surrounded by nature, with all of its primitive\nbeauty and grandeur, I seemed to forget my burdens, and had a\nforetaste of what it will be when the cross is laid down and the crown\nis won. But to be an overcomer, I knew there must be no shrinking from\nduty until the last battle is fought.\n\nTime forbade my tarrying longer at this place, and I hurried to the\ncamp where I found my brother and sister looking for me. In a few\nminutes we had bidden many of our newly-made friends good-by and were\nhurried off in the yellow touring car _via_ Tower Fall to Mammoth Hot\nSprings, a distance of about forty miles.\n\n[Illustration: UPPER YELLOWSTONE FALL \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nIn the car was a new driver, and among the passengers were the four\n\"Friends\" who had started with us from Cody, Wyoming. We were glad to\nhave them, and also to have a change of drivers, so that we might\nforget the unpleasant experience of the day before at Pahaska Tepee\nLodge.\n\nEvery person in the car seemed to be in good spirits, and ready to\nenjoy the trip to the fullest extent. From the time we left the camp\nuntil we reached Mt. Washburn, a distance of about ten miles, my time\nwas mostly taken up answering the questions of a woman from California\nwho wanted information about our organization, the Pillar of Fire. I\nwas glad to answer her questions and to give her all the enlightenment\nI could, but I found that it was taxing my physical strength when I\nshould be at my best to profit by the trip. I silently prayed that a\nchange of some kind might be made. We did not take the automobile road\nto the summit of Mt. Washburn, an altitude of 10,388 feet, but turned\nto the left through DUNRAVEN PASS, along the side of the mountain, a\nmuch shorter road than over the summit.\n\nI had no desire to go to the summit. I had so often been over the\nhighest peaks of the Rockies on all the scenic railroad lines, that I\ndid not care to tax my nerves on such a trip; other passengers felt\nmuch the same.\n\nThe drive around the side of the mountain was hazardous enough for me;\nand while others expressed no fear, there were times when I felt I\nshould be compelled to get out of the car and walk. A good-natured\npilot seated by the driver, who, no doubt, was sent out by the Park\ncompany, was skilful enough to divert my attention from the distance\nto the base of the mountain at our left until we had passed over the\ndangerous part of the road. I shall not forget the manner in which he\nundertook to make me forget that I was nervous.\n\nTOWER FALL was our first stop. The dizzy heights had almost unfitted\nme for what awaited us at this place, but my brother and the pilot\nassisted me up the steps and I followed others down the trail to the\nfall, dashing 132 feet over the rocks. The snowy, foaming water has\nthe appearance of white satin ribbon, falling perpendicularly between\ntwo towering rocks, whence it gets its name. It lacks the volume of\nsome other falls in the Yellowstone, but its grace and beauty are\nnowhere surpassed.\n\nAbout four miles from the fall, we turned aside to CAMP ROOSEVELT,\nwhere we found a great display of elk horns. I was constantly on the\nlookout for elk, deer, and other animals, as I was told that they were\noften seen in herds in that locality, but I saw nothing except a\nlonely coyote, trotting along utterly indifferent to our presence. It\nseems that the continual blowing of automobile horns has frightened\nthe more timid creatures back from the highways, and only occasionally\ndo they venture close enough to be seen.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nMAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS\n\n\nThe distance from Grand Canyon Camp to Mammoth Hot Springs, near Fort\nYellowstone, was made in about three and one-half hours, with only the\none stop at Tower Fall, and the few minutes that we halted at Camp\nRoosevelt, and the Cold Spring. But there was not one moment of\nmonotony. The harmonious blending of colors, the distant mountain\npeaks and ranges, the soft-tinted sky, the trees, the water, in fact,\nall of Nature's best, in a milder form than we had seen about the\nGrand Canyon at the Upper and Lower Yellowstone Falls, was constantly\npresented in shifting scenes before our vision, relieving, in a\nmeasure, the tension we had been under since arriving in the vicinity\nof the Grand Canyon.\n\nOne place, in particular, that attracted my attention, was a beaver\ndam and hut that had been constructed by an order of masons whose\noperations are conducted exclusively upon the principles of home\nprotection, and whose chief aim is to protect the fur trade of which\nthey are the producers. In order to do this and to keep from being\nstranded, it is often necessary for the beavers to dam up the waters\nand build a house in which to live.\n\nWhen they cut down trees, they have the faculty of felling them where\nthey want to build, so as to save as much labor as possible. At our\nleft was a creek and a dam they had built and a house they had\nconstructed, independent of the laws controlling the builders'\nassociation or that of the labor unions.\n\nTheir tools are very simple, as they use their teeth for saws, their\ntails for trowels, etc. In the midst of the dam was the hut, built of\nunplaned logs, with a well-constructed roof.\n\nUnder less favorable circumstances than is found for animal life in\nthe Park, these little workers with their soft, silken fur would have\nbeen hunted down and captured before they could have brought the work\nto completion. Again, I could not help but exclaim, What a blessing\nare the laws governing the Yellowstone Park!\n\n[Illustration: BEAVER DAM \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe rangers, with stations interspersed throughout the vast area of\nmore than 3,000 square miles, are employed by the government for the\nprotection of life and property, and arrests are quickly made and\npenalties fixed when there is any violation of the law. These men are\nnot soldiers, but patrolmen on horseback, dressed in cowboy's uniform.\nAn ordinary soldier would be unfitted for such work. Men in leather\nshaps are needed who can break and ride bronchos, throw the lariat,\nand round up the herds; those who are used to the mountain fastnesses\nand the buffalo path, the haunts of black, brown, and grizzly bears,\nand are acquainted with the habits of the elk, moose, mountain sheep,\nthe antelope, the deer, etc.; those who know the habits and lurking\nplaces of the unscrupulous hunters and poachers who defy the laws and\nby any or all means seek to evade punishment. No one is better fitted\nthan the western ranger to track them down and see that they are\nbrought to justice.\n\nWhen we arrived at the MAMMOTH SPRINGS, we found a welcome at the camp\nand soon felt very much at home. It was cool enough for a fire, and\nmany of the tourists gathered around the stove in the office and\nchatted with one another until the evening meal, which proved to be a\nplentiful repast and well served.\n\nOur tents were furnished after the same pattern as those of the Grand\nCanyon Camp, with the exception that these were lighted with\nelectricity.\n\nThe MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS and the beautiful terraces, in attempting\ndescription of which all language has been exhausted, were only a\nshort distance from the camp; without waiting for a guide, we were\nsoon winding our way up the side of the hill and around the road where\nwe could find an entrance to the plateau. I had seen pictures of the\nmany springs and terraces in colors, and had supposed they were\noverdrawn, but I found myself in the same bewildered state as when I\nfirst saw the Grand Canyon. Before I was aware, my tears were flowing\nfreely at the thought of how impossible it would be to describe these\nsprings to my friends and others who, perhaps, would never have the\nopportunity of seeing them. The blending of colors cannot be\nreproduced by the brush of the most gifted artist. I was thankful that\nGod had permitted me to see the work of His hands that I might help\nothers in the battle for eternal life.\n\nSome of our party were looking for the DEVIL'S KITCHEN, but in the\nabsence of a guide were having difficulty in finding it; I had no\ninclination to participate in the search. I had been in the\nante-chamber of heaven and at the gates of perdition, and this was\nsufficient for one day, so I started back toward the camp, with a lady\nwho seemed to be satisfied to stay by my side, even though she missed\nseeing many of the places of interest.\n\nI knew she was tired, and hoped that she might ride the remainder of\nthe way. Soon an automobile came along and took her in. By this time\nmy brother and sister and other members of the party had given up the\nsearch for the Devil's Kitchen and overtaken us. Later I was told that\nit is in the crater of an extinct boiling spring, not far from some of\nthe terraces.\n\nAfter reaching the camp, I was about to retire, when I decided to go\nto the office and see what was going on. A number of persons were\npreparing a program for an entertainment, and asked me to make an\naddress, but I felt that enough had been crowded into one day, and\ndeclined.\n\nBefore morning, the weather became very chilly, and I had to use both\nthe heavy comforters that had been provided for my bed. My circulation\nwas not good, and my rest was more or less disturbed. I feared a\ngreater change might come in the weather, and decided to get over the\nground as quickly as possible even though we should have to miss many\nof the details of the place.\n\nWe had breakfast with Mr. Hayes, president of the Yellowstone Camp\nCompany, who officially, or otherwise, has been connected with\noperations in the Yellowstone for the past twenty-five years. Mr.\nHayes was able to give us some valuable information, which we greatly\nappreciated.\n\nMAMMOTH CAMP is situated at the foot of Jupiter Terrace. A short\ndistance away is Fort Yellowstone, where the administration\nheadquarters of the Park is located.\n\nI should have enjoyed seeing more of the springs, with their gorgeous\nhues and combinations, but with the hope that we should have the\nopportunity of visiting the Park again in the near future, our party\ntook the morning stage to Old Faithful Camp, at the Upper Geyser\nBasin.\n\n[Illustration: FORT YELLOWSTONE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nBefore leaving, I got a glimpse of the buffalo herd on the horizon in\nthe distance, and was surprised to hear how rapidly these animals are\nbecoming extinct in the Park, where they are so well protected. It\nseems that the buffalo and the Indian go together, and thrive only\nwhere civilization has not yet come.\n\nThe weather was cold, and having to travel in an open car made it very\nuncomfortable until the sun had time to rise above the tall trees and\nthe mountain peaks. A brisk wind was blowing, and most of the time I\nhad to keep my face heavily veiled. This hindered me from getting the\nfull benefit of the scenery on the way to the Norris Geyser Basin.\nHere, however, there was so much steam and boiling water I had no\ndifficulty in getting warm.\n\nWe had a skilful driver, who called out the names of the places in a\nclear voice. This kept the passengers from being under a strain of\nuncertainty and tense listening.\n\nOBSIDIAN CLIFF, formed as the result of volcanic action in ages past,\nis twelve miles south of Mammoth Hot Springs. It rises two hundred\nfifty feet above the road and is composed of jet-black, volcanic\nglass, usually opaque, streaked with red, yellow, and green. When the\nroadway was constructed, great fires were built around blocks of this\nglass, which, when heated, were cooled by dashing water upon them\nresulting in their being shattered into fragments. This is said to be\nthe only stretch of glass road in existence.\n\nThe cliff was \"neutral ground\" to the different tribes of Indians.\nChips of obsidian and partly finished obsidian arrow-heads are found\nthroughout the Park, usually at places where the Indians had their\ncamps. When the cliff is illuminated by the rays of the sun, it has\nthe appearance of a glistening mirror, and is of much interest to the\ntourists.\n\nFour and one-half miles from Norris is ROARING MOUNTAIN with steam\nescaping through countless apertures from its rugged side. The sound\nof the steam struggling to escape is not so audible now as in the\npast, but the whole picture reminds one of the inferno about ready to\nblow off its cap.\n\n[Illustration: OBSIDIAN CLIFF \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nIn close proximity to the mountain are greenish, milky pools fed by\nrivers of sulphur water from the springs. It was not our privilege to\ntarry here, from the fact that the weather was uncomfortably cold, but\nthe mountain stands out before me as one of the most interesting\nplaces to be seen on the tour.\n\nThe wind was blowing fiercely when we came to TWIN LAKES, four miles\nfrom Norris Geyser Basin, but I removed my heavy veil in order to get\na better glimpse of them. They are beautiful, and although in such\nclose proximity, their hues are entirely different.\n\nHow often two objects are found so closely allied to each other as to\nbe inseparable, each one depending upon the other for its existence!\nThis cannot be a freak of nature or the result of chance. The only\nsensible conclusion is that it was so designed by the Creator to teach\na most important spiritual lesson,--that of the two works of grace,\nwhich constitute the panoply of the soul. There is no way to discard\neither without serious results.\n\nThere is something about clear, pure water, whether it is seen in the\nplacid lake or the gushing, mountain torrent, that inspires and lifts\na person above the toils and cares of this life, where he is able to\nbreathe a pure and holy atmosphere. Hence we see why, as shown in the\nScriptures, Jesus so often used water to illustrate the plan of\nsalvation. Water is the symbol of life, and in the boiling springs,\nthe pools, the lakes, the chasms, and the great, spouting geysers, a\nbook is written in the Yellowstone that every one should learn to\nread.\n\nOur attention was next called to the FRYING PAN, a basin fifteen feet\nacross, with numerous boiling jets in constant and violent agitation.\n\nI regretted that circumstances were not more favorable so that I could\nhave a longer period of time to spend at these places, where Nature is\nso full of life and interest.\n\n[Illustrated: ROARING MOUNTAIN \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nNORRIS GEYSER BASIN\n\n\nWhen we arrived at NORRIS (formerly Gibbon) GEYSER BASIN, I was so\ncold I could scarcely use my limbs. The first attraction was a great,\nboiling spring at the left as we entered the basin. I immediately felt\nthe change in the atmosphere, and soon got warm after reaching the\nboard walk under which the boiling water was flowing, the hot steam\neverywhere being forced out through apertures.\n\nHere was my first sight of the clear water geysers. The CONSTANT, with\na maximum height of twenty feet, plays at intervals of from thirty to\nsixty seconds. The MINUTE MAN plays at intervals of from one to three\nminutes with a duration of about the same length of time. In this\nbasin are also the ECHINUS, the FEARLESS, the MONARCH, with a maximum\nheight of fifty feet, playing at intervals of twenty-five to sixty\nminutes, the NEW CRATER, the WHIRLIGIG, and the VALENTINE. The\nmaximum height of the Valentine is a hundred feet and the time of\neruptions varies from twenty-two to thirty hours.\n\nThe BLACK GROWLER STEAM VENT growled continually, sending forth great\nvolumes of steam. The deposit around the crater is black in some\nplaces. The vent north of the Black Growler is called the HURRICANE.\nIt looks much like the former, but is not so active. The BATH TUB does\nnot erupt, but is in constant agitation. EMERALD POOL is a large lake\nof boiling water, green in appearance.\n\nNEW CRATER GEYSER is surrounded by large blocks of yellow rock. In the\nvicinity of this geyser, in 1891, a commotion occurred, very much like\nan earthquake, when great volumes of water were forced out. Since then\nthere have been only ordinary eruptions, about every three minutes.\nThe form of the crater is such that the water is prevented from\nattaining any great height.\n\nMONARCH GEYSER, near the base of the hill, is almost surrounded by\nbeautifully colored rocks. The crater has two openings, the larger of\nwhich is twenty feet long and three feet wide. Eruptions occur without\nwarning, and water is thrown a hundred feet high. The intervals\nbetween eruptions are about six hours.\n\n[Illustration: NORRIS GEYSER BASIN \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe FEARLESS GEYSER throws water in every direction, apparently\ndefying those who wish to approach it. NORRIS is a new geyser, and is\nprobably changing more rapidly than any other in the basin. One never\nknows what changes a season may bring forth.\n\nThe MINUTE MAN is always interesting, especially on account of its\nregularity. Its crater seems originally to have been merely a fissure\nin a rock.\n\nA few miles from Norris Basin is ELK PARK, a valley surrounded by\ntimbered hills. Across the river from the road is CHOCOLATE SPRING,\nwhich has built a cone of chocolate color.\n\nMONUMENT GEYSER BASIN is on the summit of MT. SCHURZ. There is not\nmuch to justify the tourist in making the ascent, as there are only a\ndozen or two of crumbling geyser cones, some of which steam and\nrumble, while others are apparently extinct.\n\nOn the east side of the river we entered GIBBON CANYON, and for\nseveral miles were shadowed by towering cliffs, in some places a\nthousand feet high.\n\nBERYL SPRING is the largest boiling spring in the canyon. It is\nfifteen feet across, and about a mile from the entrance. While our\ntouring car was dashing around the mountainside, suddenly we came to\nGIBBON FALL. Here, from a height of over eighty feet, bubbling and\nfoaming torrents of water tumble down the steep cascades.\n\nAt NATIONAL PARK MOUNTAIN, our driver announced that we were at the\nconfluence of the Gibbon and Firehole Rivers. It was here that the\nfamous Washburn exploring party, in 1870, decided that the Yellowstone\nregion should be set aside as a National Park, and from that time put\nforth their efforts to this end. Among the most enthusiastic were\nCornelius Hedges, David E. Folsom, Lieut. Doane, and Nathaniel P.\nLangford. How providential it was that these unselfish,\npublic-spirited men should have taken up the subject at that time!\n\nI did not know that the junction of the Gibbon and Firehole Rivers was\nan historical place, but was so fascinated with the scenery, I felt\nthat I should like to camp there for a week, and have an opportunity\nto make notes preparatory to publishing an account of my trip. To me,\nthere was unusual attraction, and something very romantic, about the\nFirehole River. I had heard how it was fed by the geysers and boiling\nsprings, and this added enchantment to its many charms. At one place I\nsaw a great boulder in the river, from the sides of which were growing\ntwo spruce or pine trees.\n\n[Illustration: NATIONAL PARK MOUNTAIN \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nAt the LOWER and MIDWAY BASINS are the GREAT FOUNTAIN and EXCELSIOR\nGEYSERS. The Excelsior, better known as \"Hell's Half Acre,\" ceased to\nplay in 1888. Previous to this it was known to throw water to a height\nof 300 feet, the time of the eruptions varying from one to four hours.\nGREAT FOUNTAIN expels the water to a height of 100 feet, playing for\nthirty minutes, and its eruptions are from eight to twelve hours\napart. At the present time Excelsior Geyser is a boiling lake, where\nthe steam often prevents one from getting a good view of it.\n\nThe MAMMOTH PAINT POTS held my undivided interest for the limited time\nthat I had. This is a boiling mass of mud, white at the center, and\ngradually developing into a beautiful pink, or flesh color toward the\nouter edges. The caldron of waxen mixture has a basin forty by sixty\nfeet in size, with a rim about five feet high. The mud in the center\nbubbles up continually, \"plop, plop,\" under the pressure of heat,\nand cools off toward the outer edges.\n\n[Illustration: \"HELL'S HALF ACRE\" \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nDavid E. Folsom witnessed a display of the Great Fountain Geyser in\n1869:\n\n     \"The hole through which the water was discharged was ten\n     feet in diameter, and was situated in the center of a large\n     circular shallow basin into which the water fell. There was\n     a stiff breeze blowing at the time, and by going to the\n     windward side and carefully picking our way over convenient\n     stones we were enabled to reach the edge of the hole. At\n     that moment the escaping steam was causing the water to boil\n     up in a fountain five or six feet high. It stopped in an\n     instant, and commenced settling down--twenty, thirty, forty\n     feet--until we concluded that the bottom had fallen out, but\n     the next instant, without any warning, it came rushing up\n     and shot into the air at least eighty feet, causing us to\n     stampede. It continued to spout at intervals of a few\n     moments for some time, but finally subsided.\"\n\nPRISMATIC LAKE fairly dazzled me with its beauty. In the center it is\na deep blue, blending into green toward the edges. In the shallow\nportion it is yellow, blending into orange at the edges. The water\nsparkles and flows off in every direction over the slightly raised rim\nof the lake. Its beauty and delicacy of coloring are impossible to\ndescribe. It is heated to nearly 150 degrees Fahrenheit.\n\nBISCUIT BASIN and SAPPHIRE POOL are places of much interest, also\nJEWEL GEYSER, ARTEMISIA GEYSER, etc.\n\nMORNING GLORY SPRING, near Riverside Bridge, presented to me an idea\nof what the earth will be when the curse is lifted and it is clothed\nin Edenic glory. It is twenty-three feet in diameter, with a\ntemperature of 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and with an apparent depth of\nabout thirty feet.\n\nI had not previously made a study of the Park, and never knew what was\ncoming next, but before I reached Old Faithful Camp at the Upper\nGeyser Basin, I felt that I had seen enough to repay me a\nthousand-fold for any expense or effort that was being made in the\ntour of the Yellowstone, which to me was truly a world of wonders.\n\n[Illustration: MAMMOTH PAINT POTS \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nUPPER GEYSER BASIN\n\n\nIt was about noon when we reached the UPPER GEYSER BASIN, and I felt\nthat it would be profitable to take a little rest before going any\nfurther into the mysteries of this \"wonderland.\" OLD FAITHFUL was due\nto play shortly after we reached the camp, but I was too far away when\nit was announced she was in action to get the full benefit of the\ndisplay, and went back to the camp to wait another seventy minutes.\nThe long drive in the forenoon, and the exposure to the cold, caused\nme to feel weary and dull, nevertheless I made an effort to be on hand\nat every eruption, which to me became more and more fascinating.\n\nOLD FAITHFUL INN accommodates 400 guests. It is constructed of\nboulders and logs, with peaks, angles, dormers, French windows, etc.\nThis most restful and impressive abode of the tourists is only two or\nthree minutes' walk from Old Faithful Geyser, and so located as to\ngive from its balconies a splendid view of the display.\n\n[Illustration: OFFICE OLD FAITHFUL INN \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe office-room is 75 feet square and 92 feet high, and reaches to the\nroof, with a massive chimney that rises to the top. The building is\nsurrounded with beautiful grounds, furnished with rustic seats. The\nchimney is fourteen feet square with eight fireplaces, and balconies\nare built around three sides. While everything is of the rustic order,\nthere is nothing commonplace about the hotel or its furnishings. \"It\nis a creation of art from the foundation to the peak of the roof.\"\n\nOLD FAITHFUL GEYSER in the forefront of Old Faithful Inn is like a\nsentinel, and so named because of the regularity of its eruptions. Its\ncrater, from which the water is expelled to a height of 150 feet, is\nan oblong opening, two by six feet, at the top of a mound of\ngeyserite. Its eruptions sometimes vary a few minutes, in the meantime\ngiving warning with two or three short spurts, increasing in volume\nuntil the maximum height is reached. The display is short, most of the\nwater falling back into the crater, but no more fascinating or\nimpressive scene could be found. The formations around are brilliant\nin color, resembling the more subdued tints and hues seen at the\nMammoth Hot Springs.\n\nIn the early part of the afternoon, a number of tourists, including my\nbrother and sister, went with a guide to GEYSER HILL. After their\nreturn, they had much to say about what they had seen and heard. Later\nin the day I felt rested and wanted to make the trip, and my brother\nand sister went with me. They had learned all they could from the\nguide and were ready to name the various geysers, springs, and pools,\nand describe their operations to me. Of these, the Giantess, Beehive,\nand Sponge Geysers, were the most interesting. The GIANTESS occupies\nthe most prominent position on the hill. Its displays attain a height\nof about 100 feet, and are accompanied by shocks and tremors much like\nearthquakes. The entire eruption lasts from twelve to twenty-four\nhours. The crater appears to be about thirty feet in diameter, and\nafter each eruption a steam period ensues. In 1911, the eruptions\nvaried from four to twelve days. Some years previous to this, the\neruptions took place about once a month. It is believed that while\nactivity, as a whole, is decreasing in the geyser regions, a century\nbrings only a slight change.\n\nI stood near the crater of the Giantess during the steam period. For a\nmoment the vapor cleared away, and I could see down the great neck of\nthe crater into a yawning chasm, so angry and terrible, as to make me\nfeel that I had seen with the eye what the Bible describes as the\nbottomless pit, where the sulphurous flames belch forth, and \"where\ntheir worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched\" (Mark 9:44).\n\nIf there are those who have doubts as to the reality of the lake of\nfire, of which Jesus told His disciples, in the 16th chapter of St.\nLuke, they should by all means go to the regions of the Yellowstone:\nfor here, vividly presented to the vision, are the realities of a\nburning underworld, with only a thin crust between it and the\nhabitation of human beings.\n\nThe Bible clearly teaches that hell is located in the center of this\nearth, and therefore it must be conceded that the ebon throne of\nDiabolus is somewhere in the heated regions below, the intensity of\nwhich the geysers, pools, springs, and volcanoes are continually\ndemonstrating.\n\n[Illustration: GIANTESS GEYSER IN ACTION \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nWhatever may be involved in the separation of soul and body, it is\nnevertheless true that the immortal spirit that has not appropriated\nthe atoning blood must dwell in the confines of the bottomless pit,\nwhich is described in the Scriptures as being in the center of this\nearth. Here are the flames by which Dives was tormented when he begged\nAbraham to send Lazarus with a drop of water to cool his parched\ntongue, and made an appeal for some one to go to his father's house to\nwarn his five brothers not to come to that place of torment. Abraham\nhad to refuse both requests, saying, \"Son, remember that thou in thy\nlifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things:\nbut now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. And beside all this,\nbetween us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which\nwould pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that\nwould come from thence.\" Then, when he wanted some one to go to his\nfather's house to warn his brothers, Abraham said, \"They have Moses\nand the prophets; let them hear them.\" But still the doomed man\ncontinued and said, \"If one went unto them from the dead, they will\nrepent,\" but he was told, \"If they hear not Moses and the prophets,\nneither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.\" How\ntrue this is! After all the influence that can be brought to bear upon\npeople, they rebel against God and follow their own precepts; and true\nto fallen human nature, ask for greater evidence of His power. \"The\nwicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God\"\n(Ps. 9:17). This and other plain scriptures should be sufficient to\nwarn men to flee the wrath to come. Optimism and presumption\neverywhere characterize the multitudes when it comes to this most\nimportant question concerning the future welfare of the soul.\n\nThe man who had allowed the devil to deceive him and take him at last\nto his abode in the regions of torment, was still presumptuous and\npersistent. He wanted help, which it was impossible for him to\nreceive, and also warning given to his father's house, which they had\nrefused to take through Moses and the prophets.\n\nIt is necessary at this period of the world's history to have an\nobject lesson like that of the Yellowstone National Park to convince\npeople of the infallibility of God's word. It is the time of the\nfulfilment of prophecy concerning the last days, of which Paul says,\n\n\"This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For\nmen shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud,\nblasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without\nnatural affection, truce-breakers, false accusers, incontinent,\nfierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded,\nLOVERS OF PLEASURES MORE THAN LOVERS OF GOD\" (2 Tim. 3:1-5).\n\nMany pleasure seekers are now thronging Yellowstone Park, and in ten\nthousand demonstrations are having to face the realities of God's word\nand the life that is to come. I saw some of them standing near the\nyawning craters of the geysers under deep conviction, and no doubt\nsilently resolving to live different lives, while others frankly\nstated that the depths of their beings had been disturbed, and that it\nwas no time to trifle with the soul.\n\nThere is no such thing as shirking the responsibility, where Nature\nco-operates with the Almighty on such a tremendous scale in the\ndisplay of His power. A person may try to stifle his conscience and\nrefuse to yield to the voice that speaks from above, but he can not\nevade the fact that the issue must be met; and why not yield to the\npressure and make the decision now? Life at best is short, and it is\nperilous to crowd into some future time the things that should be\ntaken under consideration now.\n\n[Illustration: THE SPONGE GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe TEAKETTLE and the VAULT give warning before the Giantess erupts.\nThe Vault plays eight feet high, twenty-four hours before the\nGiantess.\n\nTOPAZ at the base of the Giantess mound is a pool of remarkable\nbeauty. I was much interested in the PUMP near the Sponge Geyser. It\nis a hole eighteen inches across, out of which comes a thumping sound,\nresembling a hydraulic ram.\n\nThe SPONGE GEYSER has a beautiful cone of flinty formation resembling\nthat of a sponge. Eruptions are about four feet high, occuring a\nminute and a quarter apart.\n\nThe BEEHIVE GEYSER has a cone four feet high and three feet across,\nand plays to the height of 200 feet. Its indicator, a small fissure\nnorth of the cone, foretells its eruptions. It is supposed that there\nis some relationship between the Beehive and the Giantess from the\nfact that the Beehive plays at intervals of from eight to twelve hours\nafter the Giantess and has been seen to play before the Giantess.\n\n[Illustration: THE BEEHIVE GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe DOUBLET POOL is near the Giantess and is marked \"Dangerous.\" The\ngeyser formations accumulate very slowly and the water here flows out\nover a thin crust.\n\nThe LION GEYSER, with the LIONESS and two CUBS, occupies a prominent\nplace not far from the Giant. Its eruptions occur usually in series of\nthree, about two and one-half hours apart, after which follows a quiet\nperiod of about twelve hours. The first eruption is the highest and\nmost charming in appearance. The water is forced up fifty or sixty\nfeet high, the eruption lasting about five minutes.\n\nDuring some seasons the Lioness has not played at all. In 1903 it is\nsaid that the Lioness and both Cubs played at the same time to a large\nparty of tourists. The larger Cub plays with the Lioness to a height\nof about thirty feet, the smaller one plays oftener, but only a few\nfeet high.\n\nCASTLE GEYSER is on a prominence opposite Geyser Hill. The mound on\nwhich it is situated covers about three acres, rising more than forty\nfeet above the river. It has the most prominent cone in the Upper\nBasin, resembling an old castle. At intervals the steam escapes and\nthrows out jets of water, though it erupts only every two days. Near\nCastle Geyser is CASTLE SPRING, a beautiful pool of water, highly\ncolored.\n\nThe SAWMILL GEYSER gets its name from the peculiar noise it makes\nduring an eruption. It plays at intervals of three or four hours and\nat a height of about forty feet. Its indicator is near-by; they both\nstart together and suddenly begin to throw water in all directions.\n\nThe GRAND GEYSER discharges water in forked columns 200 feet high. It\nis said to play much more frequently in the spring than in the fall.\nThis is because the water supply is greater in the mountain regions at\nthis season.\n\nTURBAN GEYSER is near the Grand. The early explorers believed that\ninternal fires were seen in its crater; if so, it was caused, no\ndoubt, by the light playing on bubbles of gas. Firehole Lake furnishes\na good example of this phenomenon. The Turban Geyser plays about\ntwenty-five feet high. Sometimes its eruptions occur with the Grand\nGeyser.\n\nThe ECONOMIC GEYSER gets its name from the fact that during its\neruptions nearly all the water flows back into its crater. In form it\nresembles Old Faithful, but plays only about fifteen feet high.\n\n[Illustration: CASTLE GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nBEAUTY SPRING attracts much attention. It is a large, silent pool\nremarkable for its coloring. Almost every person, when approaching it\nfor the first time, remarks about its beauty, hence, our guide said,\nit received its name. A rusty color predominates in various shades\nfrom the richest brown, blending into green and yellow tints.\n\nBUTTERFLY SPRING is about four feet across and has an opening in each\nwing. It looks like a butterfly in both color and shape. These double\nsprings, of which I saw a number, as heretofore stated, have a\nspiritual significance, illustrating the two works of grace,\njustification and sanctification, so clearly taught in both the Old\nand the New Testament.\n\nThe EAR is a most remarkable small spring. Not only is it in the shape\nof an ear, but its lobe seems to be pierced, and the earring is a tiny\ngeyser. \"It is here that messages are transmitted, so the story goes,\nto regions below.\"\n\nBEACH SPRING reminded me of an oyster, the opening in the center\ncorresponding to the dark spot. It is surrounded by a flat, submerged\nbeach.\n\n[Illustration: BUTTERFLY SPRING \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nAfter we had visited the springs and geysers on the hill, we returned\nto the camp to await the next number on the day's program.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VII\n\nUPPER GEYSER BASIN (CONT.)\n\n\nShortly after dinner the news was circulated that a religious service\nwas to be held in the office of the camp, where the guests assembled\naround the large fireplace. I learned from some friends that our party\nwas expected to conduct the meeting. Later, the manager asked me to\ntake charge of the service. She said that it would be impossible to\nget the people in until after 8:30 o'clock, as Old Faithful would be\ndue to make a display about that time, and that the great searchlight\nfrom the hotel would be turned on the geyser when the water reached\nits maximum height. This caused much excitement among the guests, and\nevery person sought the best position to get a view of the display.\n\nImmediately afterward the people gathered in for the service. Song\nbooks were passed around and a lively interest was taken in the\nsinging, in which nearly every one joined. My brother and his wife\nsang a number of pieces together which greatly pleased the audience.\nMy brother then preached a short sermon and I followed, giving them\nsome interesting history concerning the Pillar of Fire church. This\nseemed to be the subject in which most of them were interested, and I\nwas glad to be able to give them the information they desired. There\nis so much akin to the supernatural in the Yellowstone it made the\npreaching of the Gospel easy on this occasion.\n\nThe day, after having been full of interest and inspiration, closed\nwith a message of salvation for the people, which was best of all.\nMany gathered around us to express their appreciation of the service.\n\nThe next morning I arose refreshed and ready to finish the tour of the\nUpper Geyser Basin, which contains twenty-six geysers and more than\nfour hundred hot pools and springs. A party of \"hikers,\" with a guide,\nstarted out about nine o'clock to make the rounds before luncheon. I\nwas not quite sure that I could keep up with them, but as many of the\nplaces are not accessible to vehicles I had to make the attempt or\nmiss my opportunity.\n\nThe basin is drained in the center by the Firehole River. Everywhere\nsteaming hot springs are seen, also mounds and cones of geyserite. In\nthis basin, within a square mile, are the grandest and mightiest\ngeysers in the world. There are pools of scalding water whose\nmarvelous beauty and delicacy of coloring cannot be described.\nEverywhere are undulations crowned with geyser cones, or hot spring\nvents of a grayish white appearance. In places, the earth trembles,\nstrange rumblings are heard, and the air is heavy with sulphurous\nfumes. How could it be otherwise but that a person should feel that he\nis in close proximity to the Inferno which Dante so vividly described!\n\nThe RIVERSIDE GEYSER, on the banks of the Firehole River, plays, we\nwere told, \"Over the River\" at intervals of six or seven hours.\nSometimes eruptions occur more frequently for a period of several\ndays.\n\nGROTTO GEYSER has the most attractive formation of any geyser in the\npark. The Washburn party named it in 1870. Its eruptions are\nirregular, occurring at intervals of two to eight hours and lasting\nfrom fifteen minutes to eight hours. Sometimes the Grotto ceases and\nthe ROCKET plays to a height of fifty feet. After it has ceased, the\nGrotto resumes action.\n\n[Illustration: RIVERSIDE GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe GIANT GEYSER, south of the Grotto, is the highest in the world. We\nfound a person near it in soldier's uniform who said he had been\nwaiting there a week to see it play. Its maximum height is 250 feet,\nwhich is reached during the first twenty minutes of its eruption. Its\ncone is ten feet high with one side partly broken off. Eruptions occur\nevery seven to twelve days.\n\nNear the Giant are three \"boiling caldrons,\" CATFISH, BIJOU, and\nMASTIFF. These are supposed to be indicators, but it is uncertain\nwhether the eruptions of the Giant are foretold by them.\n\nThe DAISY is a very beautiful and reliable geyser, erupting every one\nand a half to two hours. Seventy-five feet is its maximum height.\n\nThe BONITA POOL, across the road, acts as an indicator.\n\nThe BRILLIANT is a beautiful blue hot spring and near to it is the\nCOMET, which has built up a small cone of geyserite.\n\nWhen our party reached Castle Geyser on a hill opposite the Giantess,\nour guide called attention to the fact that the Giantess was in\naction. Our time was limited, but every member of the party wanted to\ncross the bridge and go to Geyser Hill and get as near to its crater\nas possible. We did so, and it was at this time, during the steam\nperiod, when the water had receded, that I got a glimpse into its\nawful depths; and trembled at the yawning chasm which threatened to\nengulf us. It looked as if it might be connected with the place where\nthe king of darkness dwells and his organized forces operate. We had\nonly a few minutes to tarry, and hastened back to the vicinity of\nCastle Geyser to renew the journey.\n\n[Illustration: GIANT GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nI was grateful for this little diversion, which broke in on the\nregular program of the tour, feeling that I had been fortunate to see\nat least one eruption from the crater of the Giantess.\n\nMORNING-GLORY SPRING, or GEYSER, as it is sometimes called, was to me\nthe climax in beauty of all the springs in the geyser basins. It\nlooked as if it might be a gem of Paradise that had survived the\ncurse. It appears to be a mass of many-colored liquids, resembling a\ngiant morning-glory, hence its name.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VIII\n\nTHE BOTTOMLESS PIT\n\n\nProof is often asked for statements made that hell is located in the\ncenter of the earth. John, as recorded in the 20th chapter of\nRevelation, said,\n\n\"And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the\nBOTTOMLESS PIT and a great chain in his hand. And he laid hold on the\ndragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil and Satan, and bound him\na thousand years, And cast him into the BOTTOMLESS PIT, and shut him\nup, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no\nmore, till the thousand years should be fulfilled.\"\n\nWhere else could the bottomless pit be but in the center of this\nearth, when it is implicitly stated that the angel came down from\nheaven with the chain to bind Satan? Ours is the sphere for which he\nis contending and where he has so long deceived the nations. Where\nelse could the angel lock him up but on the inside of the earth?\n\nIn the 16th chapter of Numbers we have an account of Korah's company,\nwho murmured and rebelled against the Lord, and Moses, in trying to\nshow how great was their crime against God, said,\n\n\"If these men die the common death of all men, or if they be visited\nafter the visitation of all men; then the Lord hath not sent me. But\nif the Lord make a new thing, and the earth open her mouth, and\nswallow them up, with all that appertain unto them, and they go down\nquick into the PIT; then ye shall understand that these men have\nprovoked the Lord.\n\n\"And it came to pass, as he had made an end of speaking all these\nwords, that the ground clave asunder that was under them. And the\nearth opened her mouth, and swallowed them up, and their houses, and\nall the men that appertained unto Korah, and all their goods. They,\nand all that appertained to them, went down alive into the PIT, and\nthe earth closed upon them: and they perished from among the\ncongregation. And all Israel that were round about them fled at the\ncry of them: for they said, Lest the earth swallow us up also.\"\n\n[Illustration: GROTTO GEYSER \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nIn the first chapter of Job, we have an account of a controversy\nbetween the Lord and Satan. And the Lord said unto Satan,\n\n\"Whence comest thou?\"\n\nThen Satan answered, \"From going to and fro in the earth, and from\nwalking up and down in it.\"\n\nThe Lord asked Satan if he had considered His servant Job, a perfect\nand an upright man, one who \"feareth God, and escheweth evil.\"\n\nSatan, unwilling to admit Job's loyalty to God, said,\n\n\"Hast not thou made an hedge about him, ... on every side? thou hast\nblessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the\nland. But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he\nwill curse thee to thy face.\"\n\nThe Lord took the challenge, and said,\n\n\"Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not\nforth thine hand.\"\n\nIt follows that calamity fell upon Job's household, and he lost his\nsons and his daughters and all that he had. And again Satan presented\nhimself before the Lord, after he had lost in the battle with Job, who\nmaintained his integrity through his afflictions, and sinned not nor\ncharged God foolishly.\n\nThe second time the Lord said unto Satan,\n\n\"Whence comest thou?\"\n\nAnd again the answer was, \"From going to and fro in the earth, and\nfrom walking up and down in it.\"\n\nHere is an admission from Satan himself which proves without a doubt\nwhere he dwells; and it is here that the mighty angel will capture him\nand bind him with a great chain and lock him up in the center of this\nearth for a thousand years. It is comforting to know that Job won in\nthe second battle, after Satan had afflicted him with boils from the\nsoles of his feet to the crown of his head, and so will Satan be\ndefeated at the closing up of this age, when judgments shall fall upon\nthe wicked, as upon Korah's company, and great demonstrations of God's\npower be seen and felt.\n\nJude speaks of the angels which kept not their first estate, but left\ntheir own habitations (that is, came down to earth) whom God \"hath\nreserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the\ngreat day.\" He also makes mention of the inhabitants of Sodom and\nGomorrah, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire. These are but a\nfew of the instances mentioned in the Scriptures showing the location\nof hell, which is the abode of the wicked, and where Diabolus has his\nthrone.\n\n[Illustration: SAPPHIRE POOL--BISCUIT BASIN \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe impression that was made on the explorers of the Yellowstone\nregions is indicated by certain names that were given to some places,\nsuch as \"Devil's Kitchen,\" \"Devil's Frying Pan,\" \"Black Growler,\"\n\"Hell Broth Springs,\" \"Devil's Hoof,\" \"Devil's Inkwell,\" \"Hell's Half\nAcre,\" etc.\n\nThat the suggestion of these things should be a mere freak, or fancy\nof the mind is out of the question, when there is so much scriptural\nproof to the contrary.\n\nMan has been created in the image of God, and a little lower than the\nangels (Heb. 2:7). There is a voice that speaks to the soul when all\nothers are hushed. Intuitively he knows that punishment awaits the\nwicked, however much he may try to stifle his conscience and evade the\nissue.\n\nThe only way to escape the wrath that is to come, is through the\natoning blood, the efficacy of which is proved when conditions are\nmet. \"Without shedding of blood is no remission\" (Heb. 9:22).\n\n[Illustration: PUNCH BOWL \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nThe PUNCH BOWL is situated in a narrow divide in the valley. Its rim\nis ornamented with yellow, saffron, and red. It is one of the gems of\nbeauty in the upper basin, and is so located as to revive the spirits\nof those who, starting out on foot, from the Upper Basin Camp and Old\nFaithful Inn, have grown weary in making the tour. When our guide\ncalled it out, I felt that I could go no farther without resting, but\nafter tarrying a few minutes, and admiring its beauty, I was\nrefreshed. I was, perhaps, the only one in the company who was\novertaxed physically, and had to trust to the good will of the guide\nnot to leave me too far behind. He kindly took notice, and halted,\ngiving everybody a few minutes to rest, while he explained the\nscientific action of the geysers.\n\nThese beautiful springs in remote places reminded me of the gems of\nsalvation that are obtained only through sacrifice and suffering.\nThere is always a price to be paid for anything that is of worth. It\ncost me something to visit some of them on foot, but I was well paid.\nAfter leaving the Punch Bowl we followed the trail down across the\nbridge where a number of surprises awaited us. The HANDKERCHIEF POOL,\nwhich is sometimes called the LAUNDRY, was among them. We threw our\nhandkerchiefs in and they were carried down into the opening, and then\nbrought back and delivered, as carefully as if they were being handled\nby unseen hands.\n\n[Illustration: HANDKERCHIEF POOL \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nEMERALD POOL is not far from the Handkerchief Spring, and is by far\nthe most beautiful in the upper basin. It thrilled me as I looked at\nit from different angles, blending from a deep green in the center to\nyellow toward the edge. The formations around the pool are red, the\nwater is hot, but never boils, and slightly overflows.\n\nCLIFF SPRING boils violently. Some people call it a geyser, but it is\nsupposed to be only a spring.\n\nBLACK SAND SPRING and SPECIMEN LAKE simply defy language in trying to\ndescribe them, the coloring presents such remarkable varieties. The\nextremely delicate pinks are mingled with equally delicate tints of\nsaffron and yellow, with here and there shades of green.\n\nWhile the springs in this neighborhood are fascinating in the extreme,\nwe did not tarry long, as it was nearly noon, and our guide said we\nwould have to hasten.\n\nWhen the party started toward Old Faithful Inn and the camp, I\ndecided to take my time and go alone. I had gone only a short distance\nthrough the wood when a harmless snake crossed my path. It frightened\nme, and I tried to kill it, but did not succeed. There was a\nsignificance to me in running on to the reptile; it settled something\nin my mind, whereas I had not as yet been able to come to a decision;\nand I took it as being among the all things that work together for\ngood to them that love God and who are the called according to His\npurpose.\n\nOn my way to the camp, I came to three boiling pools, and was\nsurprised that no mention had been made of them on the tour. Later, I\nlearned that they were the THREE SISTERS, not far from Castle Geyser\non the road leading from Riverside Geyser, to Old Faithful Inn.\n\nI stopped at Haynes' Picture Shop. Here I saw some marvelous specimens\nof art, showing the wonders of the Yellowstone, but none, of course,\ncould do justice to what I had seen.\n\nTo finish up the tour it would take another day, but our time was\nlimited, and as we had spent a day at Cody and the weather was getting\ncool, we decided to leave in the afternoon.\n\n[Illustration: EMERALD POOL \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nAmong some of the attractions that we would have to miss in not\nfinishing the tour to Yellowstone Lake, were Kepler Cascade, Two Ocean\nPond, Moose Fall, and the Continental Divide which extends from Canada\nto Mexico.\n\nAt the THUMB there are several geyser cones, springs, and paint pots.\nThe FISHING CONE with a boiling spring in the center, is surrounded by\nthe cold water of the lake. At one time fishermen, without moving out\nof their tracks caught fish from the lake and swung them into the\nspring where they were cooked while still on the hook. This practice,\nhowever, is now prohibited by law.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IX\n\nTHE VOICE OF GOD\n\n\nThirty-four years ago, while teaching school, I had an opportunity of\ngoing to Yellowstone National Park with a camping party of school\nteachers and others from Southern Montana, but as I needed money, I\ndecided to teach a summer school and to postpone the trip until some\nfuture time. When the party returned and tried to tell me about the\nmany wonders they had seen, I resolved not to lose another opportunity\nto go, but I did, and for the same reason that kept me from going\nbefore. After this I was not so enthusiastic over the Yellowstone and\nthe many miracles to be seen there.\n\nHowever, I was always interested in some of the descriptions of the\ngeysers,--Old Faithful, the Giant, Giantess, and others, that threw\nboiling water, at intervals, from 150 to 250 feet into the air. In\nGospel messages I used them to illustrate spiritual truths, but no one\nhad ever given me the slightest conception of the Grand Canyon, the\nUpper and Lower Yellowstone Falls, the boiling pools, the paint pots,\nthe cascades, Mammoth Hot Springs, the exquisite colorings of the\nmineral formations, Roaring Mountain, \"Hell's Half Acre,\" the majestic\nmountain peaks and ranges, Rainbow Lake, the Punch Bowl, Amethyst\nSpring, and a thousand other things which so awed and inspired me that\nout of the depths of my being, I exclaimed, \"What is man, that thou\nart mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For\nthou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned\nhim with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the\nworks of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet.\"\n\nBut how unworthy has he proved to be! Amidst the magnificence and\ngrandeur of the wonders of Nature, he is ever showing his ingratitude,\nand the tendency to prostitute these things to the uses of his baser\nnature, and take all the glory to himself. He makes use of the gold\nand silver to build himself a habitation that storms are destined to\nshatter, leaving him exposed to divine wrath.\n\nAs I meditated upon these things, my heart cried out, \"Who shall\nascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy\nplace? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; ... He shall\nreceive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of\nhis salvation\" (Ps. 24:3-5). My heart overflowed like the boiling\nsprings and the gushing geysers, which symbolize the sanctified life.\n\n[Illustration: JUPITER TERRACE \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nWhen I first had opportunity to go to Yellowstone Park, I did not\nenjoy the experience of sanctification, and therefore could not have\nappreciated its many wonders as I do now. Who knows but this is the\nreason why the door closed and did not open for me to go until I\nshould be in the enjoyment of this experience, and able to impart\nspiritual truths to others?\n\nThere is an inner chamber of the soul that corresponds to the hill of\nthe Lord. It is the place where the Shekinah dwells and His secrets\nare made manifest. Those who know Him in the relationship of the Bride\ncan better appreciate His handiwork. Submission to the whole will of\nGod is the price of such an experience.\n\nThere are those who appreciate the grandeur and magnificence of the\nYellowstone as a whole, but there are thousands of spiritual lessons\nwhich the book of nature unfolds that the ordinary sightseer fails to\ngrasp.\n\n[Illustration: BUFFALO HERD \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nAt one place, there are two openings in a pool, or two springs so\nclose together that they are called THE GOGGLES. Here again the two\nworks of grace are beautifully set forth. Our guide illustrated some\nlove affair by the two springs to the amusement of the young people in\nthe company, but inadvertently my mind turned to the deeper spiritual\ntruths of which they furnish a splendid example.\n\nIt takes the Holy Spirit to read God in nature as much as it does to\ninterpret His word. Jesus said, \"But the Comforter, which is the Holy\nGhost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all\nthings, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have\nsaid unto you.\" Also, \"Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come,\nhe will guide you into all truth; ... and he will shew you things to\ncome\" (John 16:13).\n\nThe two springs, to me, represented Justification and\nSanctification,--the two works of grace in the atonement, without\nwhich the soul is exposed to the wrath of God. It is the office work\nof the Holy Spirit to reveal Jesus to the heart and to act in the\ncapacity of the Comforter, but when He takes possession He cleanses\nand purifies His temple. This is done when the heart is sanctified\nwholly. It is thenceforth the abiding place of the Holy Spirit.\n\nI could not help but think of what it shall be when the earth shall be\nrent, the mountains removed from their places, and men shall cry for\nthe rocks and hills to fall upon them to hide them from the presence\nof Him that sitteth on the throne. There is no fear where the Holy\nSpirit is the abiding Guest. The rocks may rend and the earth be\nremoved out of its place, but peace will flow like a river.\n\nThose who are so fortunate as to see the wonders of the Yellowstone\nwill either soften or harden as the result of coming in touch with\nthat which is so closely allied to the supernatural. It is like the\nmelting influence of the Holy Spirit under a Gospel message when men\nare compelled to make their decision for eternity. God forbid that\nthey should harden. If so, what could awaken them to their danger? The\ngreat war that has so recently terminated, bringing so much suffering\nand sacrifice, has made people better or worse. It has been a\nblessing or a curse, and so will the geyser region be to those who\nvisit it.\n\n[Illustration: ELK STALLED IN SNOW \u00a9 _Haynes, St. Paul_]\n\nShould there be those who pass by the wonders of the Yellowstone with\ncold indifference and a lack of response to what is seen there, it is\nproof that the world has already played havoc with their finer\nsensibilities, and as a result of this hardening process the mind and\nheart refuse to yield when brought under the strongest moral and\nspiritual influences. May God save people from such a calamity,--from\nbecoming clay that is irresponsive to the divine touch. May they learn\nto magnify His name while suspended by the brittle thread of life over\na yawning chasm of burning lava which is threatening to engulf them.\nShould man not be prepared for the great event that must come to\neveryone, there will be no one to blame but himself. God has made him\na free moral agent, capable of choosing between right and wrong. If he\nshould make the wrong decision, he will have to abide by the\nconsequences.\n\nHow many tourists will see the spring called the Ear and yet fail to\nhear the voice of God speaking to the soul through its many beauties!\nHow many fail to hear Him speaking through the great subterranean\nchannels hundreds of feet below the surface, thundering the terrors of\na broken law and heralding the news of His impending judgments!\n\n[Illustration: GOLDEN GATE CANYON AND VIADUCT]\n\nA great author said, \"O woman, thy name is frailty.\" The many\nshort-comings of the gentler sex provoked this expression, but does\nnot the word frailty equally apply to every individual on whom the\ncurse has fallen? There is ever a downward tendency and a proneness to\nplace the affections on material things, to worship the creature\nrather than the Creator.\n\nIt is with much difficulty that tourists in the Yellowstone are\nprevented from defacing the formations around the geysers, which have\nbeen centuries in making. There are those who would pay almost any\nprice to be permitted to carry away souvenirs, but if they were\nallowed to do so one can readily see what the consequence would be. Of\nwhat use are pieces of geyserite when taken away from their natural\nenvironment? It would be impossible to form an opinion as to what they\nrepresent. Likewise there are those who are satisfied with mere forms\nof religion,--baptism, church membership, or any substitute for real\nsalvation. What knowledge would a piece of geyserite give a person of\nOld Faithful, the Giant, or the Giantess, in action?\n\nBaptism with water is an outward sign of an inner work, but there are\nmultitudes who are satisfied with the souvenir and go blindly on to\nthe Judgment to find their mistake when it is too late to make amends.\nThere can be no excuse on account of ignorance, for the Scriptures\nfurnish abundant evidence that there must be a work wrought by the\nHoly Spirit in the heart before a person is ready for the skies.\n\nThere is no better illustration of the sanctified experience than that\nwhich the geysers demonstrate. Jesus said to the woman at the well,\n\"But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never\nthirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of\nwater springing up into everlasting life.\"\n\nSo with one who obtains the living water,--he has an inexhaustible\nsupply, springing up in his soul. Outward conditions do not affect the\ndeep whence it has its source, but it flows on regardless of\nconditions on the surface, bringing life and happiness to multitudes.\n\nAt three o'clock in the afternoon, we boarded one of the touring cars\nto Yellowstone, Montana, the Western Entrance to the Park, where\nthere is a branch terminal of the Union Pacific Railroad. A little\nmore than four days had elapsed since we started on the tour at Cody,\nWyoming, but to me it was the beginning of a new epoch, and I felt\nthat enough had been crowded into the four days to talk and write\nabout for the rest of my life. I had stocked up my storehouse with a\nsupply of illustrations to be used in books and Gospel exhortations;\nand not only expected to profit by what I had seen, but to do what I\ncould to make an impression upon others; and the result so far has\nbeen satisfactory.\n\n\n\n\nTHE YELLOWSTONE PARK AND HOW IT WAS NAMED\n\n    The Devil was sitting in Hades one day,\n    In a very disconsolate sort of a way.\n    One could tell from his vigorous switching of tail,\n    His scratching his horn with the point of his nail,\n    That something had gone with His Majesty wrong,\n    The steam was so thick and the sulphur so strong.\n    He rose from his throne with a gleam in his eye,\n    And beckoning an agate-eyed imp standing by,\n    Commanded forthwith to be sent to him there\n    Old Charon, employed in collecting the fare\n    Of the wicked, who crossed the waters of Styx,\n    And found themselves soon in a deuce of a fix.\n\n    Old Charon, thus summoned, came soon to his chief,\n    As the Devil was angry, the confab was brief.\n    Says the Devil to Charon, \"Now, what shall I do?\n    The world it grows worse and grows wickeder, too;\n    What with Portland, Chicago, Francisco, New York,\n    I get in my mortals too fast for my fork;\n    I haven't the room in these caverns below,\n    St. Peter, above, is rejecting them so.\n    So hie you, my Charon, to earth, far away,\n    Fly over the globe without any delay,\n    And find me a spot, quite secluded and drear,\n    Where I can drill holes from the center in here.\n    I must blast out more space; so survey the spot well,\n    For the project on hand is the enlargement of Hell.\n\n    \"But recollect one thing, Old Charon, when you\n    Can locate the district where I can bore through,\n    There must be conveniences scattered around\n    To carry on business when I'm above ground.\n    An 'ink-pot' must always be ready at hand\n    To write out the names of the parties I strand.\n    There must be a 'punch-bowl,' a 'frying pan,' too,\n    A 'caldron' in which to concoct a 'ragout.'\n    An 'old faithful' sentinel showing my power,\n    Must shoot a salute on the earth every hour,\n    And should any mortal by accident view\n    The spot you have chosen, why, this you must do:\n    Develop a series of pools, green and blue,\n    That while these poor earth bugs may beauties admire,\n    They'll forget that below I'm poking the fire.\n    Now fly away, Charon, be quick as you can,\n    For my place here's so full that I can't roast a man.\"\n\n    To earth flew fleet Charon, to regions of ice;\n    He found these too cold--so away in a trice\n    He sought a location in Africa's sands,\n    He prospected, and finding too much on his hands,\n    He cut out Australia, Siberia, too,\n    The north part of China--no! they would not do;\n    Till, just as about to relinquish the chase,\n    He stumbled upon a most singular place,\n    'Twas deep in the midst of a mountainous range,\n    Surrounded by valleys secluded and strange,\n    In a country the greatest, the grandest, the best\n    To be found upon earth--America's West.\n    Here the crust seemed quite thin, and the purified air,\n    With the chemicals hidden around everywhere,\n    Would soon make the lakes that the Devil desired;\n    So he flew to Chicago, and there to him wired:\n    \"I've found you a place never looked at before;\n    You may heat up the rocks, turn on water, and bore.\"\n\n    Then the Devil with mortals kept plying the fire,\n    Extracting the water around from the mire,\n    And boring great holes with a terrible dust,\n    Till soon quite a number appeared near the crust,\n    Then he turned on the steam--and lo! upward did fly,\n    Through rents in the surface, the rocks to the sky.\n    Then with a rumble there came from each spot,\n    Huge volumes of water remarkably hot,\n    That had been there in caverns since Lucifer fell--\n    Thus immensely enlarging the confines of Hell,\n    And it happens that now when Old Charon brings in\n    A remarkable load of original sin,\n    That His Majesty quietly rakes up the coals,\n    And up spouts the water, in jets, through the holes,\n    One may tell by the number of spurts when they come,\n    How many poor mortals the Devil takes home.\n\n    But Yankees can sometimes, without doing evil,\n    O'ermatch in sagacity even the Devil.\n    For not long ago Uncle Sam came that way\n    And said to himself, \"Here's the Devil to pay.\n    Successful I've been in all previous wars;\n    Now Satan shall bow to the Stripes and the Stars.\n    This property's mine, and I hold it in fee;\n    And all of this earth shall its majesty see.\n    The deer and the elk unmolested shall roam,\n    The bear and the buffalo each have a home;\n    The eagle shall spring from her eyrie and soar\n    O'er crags in the canyons where cataracts roar;\n    The wild fowls shall circle the pools in their flight,\n    The geysers shall flash in the moonbeams at night,\n    Now I christen the country--let all nations hark!\n    I name it the Yellowstone National Park.\"\n\n                                      --WM. 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