Identifier: threewonderlands00murp (find matches)
Title: Three wonderlands of the American West; being the notes of a traveler, concerning the Yellowstone park, the Yosemite national park, and the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River, with a chapter on other wonders of the great American West
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Murphy, Thos. D. (Thomas Dowler), 1866-1928
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Publisher: Boston, L. C. Page & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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pleasantlyand avoided much of the fatigue caused by ourtoo hurried trip. The coach which is to take us into the Parkis waiting in front of the hotel. It is a four-horse, ten-passenger affair quite similar to thoseused in the Yellowstone. Both are modifica-tions of and probably improvements upon theold-time stagecoach of the mountains, thoughof course the latter had greater provision formail and baggage. The Yosemite coaches haveno covering, but this is hardly necessary in acountry where rain is light and infrequentduring the tourist season. The bodies areswung on leather thorough-brace springs and,if the trip be not too long, are fairly comfortableto ride in. However, the condition of the Yose-mite roads is such that no vehicle of whateverdescription could be expected to roll smoothlyover them. Almost a mile from the hotel we enter theofficial confines of the Park, but we proceed ahalf dozen miles farther ere we come in sight ofthe mountain-girdled vale whose beauty we are 62 ¥iib li
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KJI t.U!. i,-dH,U,iMl.ylidiii#IBi!^Jtt,/ THE YOSEMITE about to explore. The scenery between ElPortal and the valley is thoroughly picturesque.We follow a narrow canyon between moun-tainous hills, and towering cliffs often rise abovethe road, alongside which the Merced Rivercourses, now in swift cascades, now lying inquiet pools beneath overhanging trees, andagain fleeting past in angry rapids; here thewater is clear as crystal, there emerald green,but always delightful in its variations of colorand light. It is a steady, up-hill climb to theentrance of the valley. The road is uneven anddeep with dust, and the heavy coach severelytaxes the four spanking horses, which areallowed frequent breathing spells; we pause togive them water from the river and to drink,ourselves, from the same crystal flood. Wehave been long on the road; it seems we must benearing our goal. But the driver dashes ourhopes; we have come only four miles, one-thirdof the distance to our destination. The weatheris unu

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