Now that the park can be
reached by railroad, all of the generals, congressmen, and judges are
seized with a desire to inspect it - in other words, it gives them a
fine excuse for an outing at Uncle Sam's expense.
CAMP ON YELLOWSTONE RIVER, YELLOWSTONE PARK,
August, 1884.
OUR camp is in a beautiful pine grove, just above the Upper Falls and
close to the rapids; from out tent we can look out on the foaming
river as it rushes from one big rock to another. Far from the bank on
an immense boulder that is almost surrounded by water is perched my
tent companion, Miss Hayes. She says the view from there is grand, but
how she can have the nerve to go over the wet, slippery rocks is a
mystery to all of us, for by one little misstep she would be swept
over the falls and to eternity.
Our party consists of Captain and Mrs. Spencer, I their little niece,
Miss Hayes, and myself - oh, yes, Lottie, the colored cook, and six or
eight soldiers. We have part of the transportation that Major General
Schofield used for this same trip two weeks ago, and which we found
waiting for us at Mammoth Hot Springs.
