Frank's Ranche, Or, My Holiday in the Rockies; Being a Contribution to the Inquire Into what We are to Do with Our Boys
Edward Marston
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, Sept. 13, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ...10,000 to 12,000 feet, and are covered with perpetual snow. The Yellowstone Park is a perfect little world of wonders. They call it the "New Wonderland," and there are as many strange things to be found in it as " Alice" saw in her fairy realm. On reaching Livingston, we take a train which runs southward to within six miles of the entrance to the Park. Soon after leaving the station we pass through a grand canon of towering rocks called " The Gate of the Mountains," and then through pleasant valleys, always near the beautiful Yellowstone river. We then pass, on our right, Cinnabar Mountain, which rises to a height of about 2,000 feet above the river; a broad streak of red down the mountain is called "The Devil's Slide," and suggests at the same time that his black majesty in sliding down must have had a rough time of it. The terminus of the line is at aplace called Cinnabar City, which at present contains about twelve shanties; several of these are drinking saloons. From Cinnabar we take a stagecoach and six horses for the drive, through some very grand scenery, to the "Mammoth Springs Hotel." The driver of this stage is a fellow of infinite wit, and tells marvellous stories in a manner which kept us on a roar the whole way. I wish I could give you, in his own style and words, the story of a corpse which he once carried on his coach. " Once," said he, " I was driving a coach down in Utah--a sixty-mile drive. One night a corpse came along, packed in a leaden coffin, and then in a wooden one, and then in a box. They fixed him on the top of the stage. Of course we had no passengers; who would want to travel with a corpse if they could help it? It was a bitter...