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Title: Touring Alaska and the Yellowstone
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Taylor, Charles M. (Charles Maus), 1849-
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G.W. Jacobs & Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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es remaining hours whollyengrossed by the great pictures around us. But theday comes when we must take our last walk alongthe shaded path—must send a last regretful glanceinto the mysterious ravine—and then—we find our-selves once more behind the four white horses,whirling along the dusty roads, en route for theMammoth Hot Springs, via Norris Geyser Basin,—adrive of about thirty-two miles. We start on our return trip at half-past six oclockon a clear cool morning. Upon leaving the hotel,our road ascends to an altitude of 8,192 feet, andnow we pass through miles and miles of pine for-ests. Some of the trees here are twin trees, twodistinct trunks growing from one root, and stand-ing side by side, each having its individual develop-ment. Our horses—Bob, Dick, Larry and Whiskers—areplayful and spirited, and when our whip curls hislash over their ears, they prance and show off withgreat intelligence. Our way is past many familiarscenes, and we waft many a greeting to the lofty
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Yellowstone Lake and Grand Canon 387 summits that have accompanied us through thegreater part of our journey. When we approachNorris Geyser Basin, we feel as though many dayshave elapsed since we were introduced to its won-ders, now less splendid in comparison with our re-cent magnificent experiences. We drive along theGibbon River, passing quickly its many lovely views,and halt just a moment to admire Virginia Cascades,which gleams in picturesque beauty in the wildrocky canon. We meet many other coaches on ourway. Now the walls of Gardiner Canon closearound us, and its wild and turbulent river rushesmadly over boulders and ledges, much resemblinga foaming cataract. Here are the rugged walls ofgray, the long toboggan slides upon the mountainslopes, and the great boulders that seem suspendedin mid air, which greeted us on our entrance to thePark. Over the last crossing of the river, along a wind-ing road, and through the Silver Gates,—thosegreat blocks of limestone, rising to a heigh

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