Identifier: shoshoneotherwes1888robe (find matches)
Title: Shoshone, and other western wonders
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Roberts, Edwards
Subjects: Mormons Mormon Church
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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the rumblings were long and loud,and the water was churned into foam and ran inrivulets down the white sides of the hill. Atlast the action began in earnest, and for half anhour the geyser became indeed a fountain, thewater leaping high above its basin and fallingback, only to rise again and again until it fellexhausted. We left it with regret, for it wasour last day in the basin and no more geyserswere to be visited. From the Lower Basin our route led eastwardover the hills and through the forests to theGrand Canon of the Yellowstone. The roadwas rough, but the views after entering HaydenValley, where one first catches sight of theYellowstone, more than counterbalanced all dis-comforts. Once out of the forests the prospectbroadened, and we were face to face with thewhite-topped peaks that had been our distantlandmarks for so many days. Far to the southrose the bold headlands of Yellowstone Lake;and in the north stood Mount Washburne, itsfeet hid by the pines. At the entrance to Hay-
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FOLLOWING THE YELLOWSTONE. GEYSERS OF THE YELLOWSTONE. 239 den Valley we swept around the edge of Sul-phur Mountain, — a huge pile of pure sulphur,yellow-tinged and filling the air with odor,—and then passed out upon an open rolling plainwith long stretches of brown grass and dark-green pines that looked like massive armies.Later we reached the Yellowstone, and for hoursdrove along its tree-grown bank, catching brightglimpses of the placid waters flowing beneaththe overhanging boughs. As the day neared its end we descendedfrom the rivers bank into the Canon, throughwhich it now began to force its way, forded abranch of the stream, and were wrapped in thegloom of the narrow defile that the Yellowstonehas worn. Above the sighing of the pines couldbe heard the roar of the Falls, and at our sidethe river ran headlong toward the fearful preci-pice over which it takes its fearless leap. Everymoment now the cliffs that hemmed us in rosehigher and higher. Hardy trees grew from thecrevices

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