Transcribed and annotated
By Linda Lewis Livingstone
Grand-niece of Lovina Robson
Original diary is in the possession of
The Riverton Museum
700 E. Park Avenue
Riverton, Wyoming 82501
Lovina Swaim Johnson Robson began this diary in 1912, at age 22; the last entry was made in 1982, at age 92. She made many notes in the margins of the pages indicating dates and general topics for the sections as she wrote. These and the original page numbers will be indicated in italics at the head of the paragraphs. Spelling and grammar have been left uncorrected.
|1912 Lost Cabin Wyoming|
Page 1 - Oct 22 My Life
I was born in Wells County, Indiana on Dec. 20, 1890. The house, as I saw it afterward was (and is, for it still stands) of logs. Behind it was an orchard and still beyond that was a big meadow. In the front yard was an evergreen tree on each side of the walk, flowers, roses and a pear tree. In front of the yard is the road and incidentally the county line between Wells and Blackford Counties. On the other side of the road is a wood. On each side of the house is a field. The place if very picturesque – cool and quiet and pleasant. While I was still very tiny the folks moved to northern Minnesota and I being their property, was of course taken along. We were there for two years, but I had not begun to “remember” yet. My first recollection was almost directly after our return to Indiana, when I was about two and a half years old. My older sister, Glenn and I bravely went in search of eggs in a lot, where there were some fierce looking creatures called cows. They were standing and placidly chewing their cuds, and looking at us mildly interested, but we were as much afraid of them as tho they had been lions, or some other fierce brute.
|covered wagon. I shall never forget that trip. One incident I remember especially well; There was a drizzling rain and Mother was driving, and when we were going down a hill into Medaryville , the horses could not hold the wagon back and so we went lickety-split. A big lunch basket fell on my three year old sister Minnie’s head and she was crying and altogether it was a pathetic yet funny scene.|
The three little ones could not keep from Page 2 - bouncing about and mother was too busy with the lines to help us so we had to take all the knocks we got, and do the best we could.
We were in Jasper County for two years. During that time little brother came, lived five months and then died. Father went west to Wyoming before he died and mother was almost sick when we went west to join Father.
Footnotes added by grand-niece Linda Jeanne Lewis, daughter of Love’s nephew Charles Swaim Lewis.
1In 2004 Medaryville is in Pulaski County, Indiana.
We broke camp and started on. Our summer clothes were extremely thin for such weather and I remember that Mother tied our heads up in towels and anything she could get. What poor mother herself did to keep warm I don’t know, for she was no more warmly dressed than we were and almost sick, besides. |
We must have indeed been a strange and funny looking outfit when we arrived at Lost Cabin.
Father had become acquainted with a young sheepman, W.I. Lewis, and as he was in Lost Cabin shearing we went to his camp for the night.
Tho she little guessed it then, sister Glenn was destined to marry Mr. Lewis, or Will, as we always called him.
Page 3 - The next morning we left for Snyder’s ranch where we stayed until fall.
2Ora Snyder was Charley Swaim’s nephew. His wife Bertha was sister to Will Lewis.
3A type of land claim. Homestead Act, May 1862 – 160 of undeveloped land in the western U.S. to any family head provided they lived on it 5 years or bought it at $1.25 an acre after 6 months.
Badwater Creek – now the George Davis ranch, and built a cabin out of huge cottonwood logs.|
The next two winters we lived at Bader’s and the next at Lost Cabin.
The summers we spent on the ranch.
Page 4 - The winter we lived in Lost Cabin my mother was sick. The doctor pronounced it heart trouble and dropsy , and advised a lower climate. We had been to the hot springs at Thermopolis a year or so before, but only for a couple of weeks, and after she got sick she often said that she believed that a longer stay would have helped her.
However, we went east again. Drove to Casper. We were wild with excitement; we hadn’t seen a train since we left Casper four years before.
Father did not go with us then but came later. We went the first part of May and just about two months later, the 8th of July, Mother died.
We stayed in Indiana for two years and then came west again. I was fourteen years old, Glenn seventeen and Minnie twelve. Glenn was married a couple of months after our arrival. She had been engaged for a long time.
Pearl was married in ’99 to AJ Crossley. She has children now and one dead.
I was married in 1907, when I was just past sixteen. Glenn has two boys now and I have one.
Minnie has taught school for three years now (April 1913) and…
(Insert July 27 – 1923 Family Affairs Lovina began a segment here that she continued in depth on page 64. This editor is placing the short insert at the beginning of that development on page 64.)
Page 5 – 1913
April 21 Trip planned to Yellowstone Park, Montana, etc.
Desert Land Act, 1877 – 640 acres at $1.25 per acre, no residence required. A paten was given after 3 years if irrigation was accomplished.
4Dropsy – edema. No longer in scientific use. Can be caused by Congestive Heart Failure.
5Glenn became engaged to Will Lewis when she was 14, before the family returned to Indiana. She married at 17 when they came back to Wyoming after her mother’s death.
6She doesn’t finish the sentence.
will have a month or six weeks trip thru the Yellowstone Park. Then Minnie will return home and will go on to Missoula.|
May 25 Copper Mountain
Books – History, “Lady of the Lake”, Lamb’s Tales, Ardath, Magazines, etc. -
Travel Booklets –
June 13 We start our trip to Yellowstone Park & Montana; Barney Bausman Ranch; Percy Shallenberger Ranch
June 15 Paul Goediek, “Dee Ranch”, Bad roads.
Page 7-- Kirby Creek; Adventures
7Love and Henry Johnson’s son, later known as Henry (Hal) Jenson, was about 4 years old at the time of this trip.
body out, holding to the rope. Then he got inside and we started. The joggling along almost spilled me off my perch but we got through alright.|
I walked two or three miles today (and yesterday too) and helped unharness and harness the horses. I’m going to walk every day; it’s great fun. Of course I sweat (or should I say “glow?”) but I don’t mind it; and walking I see so many things that I couldn’t see if I were riding inside the wagon. Every hill up here is covered with the finest kind of food for stock, and is literally too covered with Indian sweet peas and several different kinds of yellow flowers. The oder of the sweet peas is heavy but very sweet, and almost our whole way was perfumed with flowers.
Rose Camp – We have named this camp – or rather Henry did – The Rose Camp. – There are so many of them here – wild ones. There is no flower in all the world like the rose for beauty and fragrance. They are a bit of heaven here on earth, as indeed all flowers are. Beautiful flowers and good music, do not they constitute a sort of paradise? Adam and Eve must have had them both in abundance in their garden; it could not have been paradise without them.
The Deer - I almost forgot another thing of importance. Page 8 -- We had stopped on top of the divide at noon and were eating lunch. Noticing that the horses kept looking up the hill on our right, I looked out. A antelope deer was coming leisurely toward us. She came to within fifty yards of the wagon, walking gracefully along, apparently unafraid. She had a red back, was white underneath (on her belly) and around her tail. Extending from the mouth upward on each side along the jaws was a stripe of black. Her legs were so slim and graceful, that when she at last turned and bounded up the hill it was with the most perfect ease of motion I have ever seen exhibited. And thus she went swiftly, yet unhurriedly out of our sight.
June 17 – We are now within twelve miles of Thermopolis. Last night we camped on Kirby Creek about twelve or fifteen miles above here. We got there about 2:30 and it was so dreadfully hot, that after we had turned the horses out to feed, we hunted up a swimming hole and went in and had a good bath.
June 18 – Thermopolis; Devil’s Wash Bowl|
We are now in Thermopolis. Henry and I both have a bad headache, so I don’t suppose we will go to the baths today. We struck Wind River about six miles below town and came up the river.
When we passed the Devil’s Wash Bowl we stopped and took son over to see it. I had seen it before. The Bowl consists of two large circles of rocks slightly projecting from the ground – one perhaps 25 ft within the other. The diameter of the outer circle must be about 150 or 200 feet across.
Page 9 - A high cut bank is below, and inside the second circle; and at the bottom is a small pool of black water, which is said to be bottomless. At least, when we were here, before they told us that they had let down a rope with a rock fastened to it for several hundred feet and had not found the bottom. It is thought that this “Bowl” was once the hot springs, but sank and broke forth where it is now.
June 19 – Volcano? There is a hill west of town that looks like pictures of volcanoes that I have seen. I believe that some time, perhaps in the dim future that it will be a volcano too. (1927, I don’t think so now.)
June 20 – Dress made; Geo. Bradley; Heat
Tornadoes, cyclones, floods, diseases, heat, Page 10 -- already this year. What can happen next that has not already happened? Last year there was the terrible Titanic disaster.|
(Here Love wrote a paragraph and then crossed it out. She writes comments in the margin.)
Just a word of comment on this part – The world war started in 1914 – not much more than a year later.
June 27 – Below Thermopolis
Dress finished -- I got my dress made and it is nice. Slim of course, as they are worn now, and the dressmaker’s bill was four dollars. The dress cost about ten dollars altogether.
Monroe Johnson; Letters -- Monroe Johnson has been working over in this country. He came in town
for a few days and then went to Lost Cabin. Got a letter from Pearl; she seems to like it in Nebraska.|
Page 11 -- June 29 Mail; Laundry; Cow in the Pit
June 29—This morning the herd woman stopped and thanked us for getting the cow out of the well.
Then we started. We came by Lucerne. It is a railroad station. The new Burlington railroad – by the way – is running regularly as far as Thermopolis. The rest of it is practically finished, I believe, but has not yet been opened up. We think it is to join the North-Western at Powder River, but between there and Thermopolis it is not to open up until fall. After we had passed Lucerne there were some very good ranches on for three or four miles.
The machinist told us he thought that the mine was almost two miles back towards Gebo. – Later, a man told us that it runs one half mile back but land is owned two miles back.|
June 30—Gebo & Crosby; Scenery
July 5—Collins; Meeteetse
July 8 – Cody
Have just got to Cody. We left Meeteetse the sixth. First night, camped twelve miles out of town, next night twelve miles farther, on Sage Creek, and today in Cody.|
Got a card from Henry’s brother in Omaha, saying that Aunt Hannah no longer lives in Missoula but is now in Butte. Don’t know whether Minnie came today or not – I wrote her we were to be here the 8th. The train arrived just before we did, so we couldn’t get to the station to see whether or not she had come.
Cody is on Stinking Water River; it does stink – of sulphur – There is a hot spring above the town—probably it is a sulphur spring.
Up in the canyon above here is the highest dam in the world.
July 12—Minnie meets us at Cody; “Movie”
July 14—The Dog; Rip the Cat; Minnie learns the Banjo; Church in Cody
8Originally called the Shoshoni Dam, now called the Buffalo Bill Dam. It was completed in 1910, 325 feet high and 200 feet long.
I cannot pray before people; I must be alone – alone with God.|
I am very much afraid I shall never join church. There is too much form about them. I want to love God as Christ loved him, naturally and without any set form and I am sadly afraid that no such church will ever exist. Christ’s teachings alone are all sufficient, why follow other creeds and teachers? Even the apostles were not divine as He – why accept their word against His? The first four books of the new Testament are sufficient alike for peasant and sage.
July 18 – We leave Cody for Yellowstone; The Sprays above Cody; little geysers in the river; adventures and scenery—
Springs (for that is what they are called) is named Shoshone River. Below, as I said before, Stinking Water River.|
In a short time we found ourselves in the canyon. The construction of the road must have cost an enormous amount of labor and money. In many places a way had been blasted from solid rock. We passed thru five or six tunnels on our way – some of them were not much more than arches, tho. The scenery in the canyon is simply magnificent. I know of no other way to describe it. It has a look of wild ruggedness and grandeur that makes it altogether the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. In some places it is necessary to look straight up in order to see the tops of the peaks. For perhaps three or four miles above the mineral springs the rocks were almost altogether of mineral formation, exactly like that around the springs themselves. What a vast field for thought.
Page 16 – Shoshone Dam
The water backed up by this dam forms a lake perhaps eight miles in length. After leaving the dam
we followed the road that wound around the mountains sides and finally, after about four miles of travel, came to the end of the canyon and there on a small creek (which ran into the reservoir) we camped. The creek is called Rattlesnake Creek.|
Page 17 – Nature’s architecture Once on the road in the canyon we met an automobile and we were fortunate in finding near at hand a place wide enough to pass each other.
July 19 – We left last night’s camp this morning at 9.50 am. After perhaps an hour of traveling we came to the U.S. forest reserve. The road lead through another Shoshone River canyon, the formation of the rocks of which were, so Henry said, of porphyry of a brownish color, and in many places were worn away into curious shapes and forms. Among the most remarkable of these last are The Goose, The Lady and the Cabin, The Sentinal, The Camel, and The Holy City. The last named indeed looks like pictures I have seen of the Holy City of Jerusalem. How I should like to see the real Jerusalem, and all of those old country cities from which civilization sprung. I have always longed intensely to travel – to see – to learn. Will my longing ever be gratified? I’m afraid not. But I have the present and I’m going to enjoy it to the utmost. The scenery along this road is magnificent. I have heard that it is unrivalled even in the Park. The forest reserve is, on the eastern side, more than twenty-five miles wide and it will probably take us two days more to get to the park line, going our normal distance of twelve miles a day.
9A rock consisting of feldspar crystals embedded in a compact dark red or purple ground mass.
Page 18—Son Disappears “Fishing”; Scenery About an hour ago I fixed a bent pin to a piece of twine which was attached to a stick and son went out to fish. After awhile I called him and he did not answer. Then Minnie and I began hunting and calling. Pretty soon he came “moseying” up the road. He had gone to hunt his father, who had gone fishing.|
Behind the wagon is a timbered ravine, leading upward to a very high mountain. These scenes are wonderful. I can never cease marveling at their grandeur and beauty. If Nature on a grand scale is conducive to great thoughts I surely ought to be endowed with at least a few, for I love Nature so deeply. God grant that it may be so. Perhaps if it is so, my posterity will be endowed with them, and thus will help to make a better race of men. I want my offspring to be thoroughbreds in the highest sense of the word. Try to be worthy, my children, of the high hopes and thoughts your ancestress has had for her yet unborn children, as well as the beloved child that is. Of all the kingdoms of the earth, the most wonderful kingdom is, after all, within you. Try to be like the king’s daughter, who is “all glorious within, her clothing is of wrought gold.” Pure thoughts are your spiritual clothing – are they wrought of pure gold?
July 21 – Forest Reserve
Page 19 – Everyone we have seen along the way is very cordial. It seems as if the whole world is going to the park. At least half a dozen wagons pass us every day going parkward. (I coined the word “parkward” for my own use.)
10“Son”, Henry E. Jensen, was the only child she had.
Every day of this trip has been filled with interesting things. It is a wonderful experience and a trip worth taking. I would not have missed it for anything.|
July 23 – Wild Roses later in July
Getting dark – must stop for now.
July 28 – We enter Yellowstone Park
There is nothing there to mark the entrance except the small office building (perhaps three rooms) and a few tents of the United States militia. We came on for perhaps a mile and a half and there stopped for the night. |
I forgot to say that at the entrance we – or rather Henry – registered and had the guns sealed. The seals are composed of a wire, wrapped about the gun in such a way as to prevent discharge with out first breaking it. And the ends of this wire are embedded in a small piece of lead bearing some letters – U.S.A I think. Today we came on thru the Sylvan Pass, and, we are now camped near the Sylvan Lake.
For lovliness and beauty, this country is absolutely unsurpassed. We have come for mile miles without passing any kind of a dwelling except such places as Hohn Lodge, and Pahaska. Such a wonderful country! I wonder if these forests will ever be replaced with ranches?
The Sylvan pass is a sort of a divide. The Shoshone River dwindled out entirely and we came on over the divide and are now on the other slope. We are going to see the Sylvan Lake. Will write of it later.
Page 21 -- July 29 – The lake which we thought was Sylvan lake we found to be the Eleanor Lake. Sylvan Lake is a mile or two farther on and is a much larger body of water. The forests came to the shore on the left side, and on the right side is the road. High hills or mountain are on both sides. The road wound around higher and higher on the hills until finally from the highest point we could plainly see the Yellowstone Lake in the distance and far below (about fifteen miles away according to the mile posts). Farther beyond it is a smaller lake.
We are now camped about nine and a half miles from Lake Junction on the Yellowstone Lake banks. I suppose we will get there tomorrow if nothing happens.|
Aug 1 – SNOW!; Many topped trees; We get stuck in the mud; Yellowstone River
Page 23 -- Where we crossed the Yellowstone river several men were on the bridge fishing and one or two boats were out in the river – everyone was fishing. They didn’t seem to catch
anything, tho. We camped about half or quarter of a mile from the hotel on the shore of the lake. The first thing we did was to get out of the wagon and watch the sea-gulls and pelicans. I had never before seen a pelican. They are such peculiar birds with their long beaks and the funny looking such. We had supper late, and just as we finished eating, the sight seers of the transportation company’s camps built a big camp fire and had some music. Presumably some of the soldiers were over there for the bugle and cornet both were played and it sounded beautiful on the night air. Then the clear beautiful voice of a woman rang out – singing. I wonder who she was? Then some more instrumental music and we went to bed.|
This morning we went to the general store and got a few provisions. As we were coming back we saw a black bear making itself comfortable in the shade of the trees.
Our intention is to go north to the Grand Canyon and falls, there “double” back to Lake Junction and go around the other way until we get to the northern part of the circle, then we will take the road up to Gardiner and out. There is not much to see in the space of the circle we will have missed in the north eastern part of the circle. We did not come far today. We are now about ten miles from the canyon and are still very much interested in the pellicans. There are a good many of them down here.
This morning Henry bought nine big fish, salmon trout, from a couple of boys for fifty cents. They were dear at the price, tho. Five out of the nine were wormy and we had to throw them away.
I forgot to mention in the proper place an accident that happened last night and one this morning; Last night, in passing between some trees a branch tore quite a long slit in the canvas of the wagon; Page 24 – This morning, when we started to leave, the buggy tongue broke. We are trailing the buggy behind the sheep wagon, and when we went down a steep little gulch the tongue broke, and we were some time in fixing it.
June the colt is getting to be such a nice little fellow. He likes us, and is very fond of sugar. He was only about two weeks old when we left Lost Cabin – was born the 28th of May. His mother, Clarice de Vere is not very wild now. Have written a good deal to-day – time I was stopping.
Aug 2 -- This morning, we started about eleven o’clock. In a little while we came to the Mud Geyser. It boils up in a hole in the clay. That is why it is muddy, I suppose. The geyser is about ten or fifteen feet across and occasionally shoots to a heighth of perhaps fifteen feet. Ordinarily it shoots about five feet. The water (or mud) is hot. There are dozens of other hot springs around there – some big, some little,
some very muddy, some only slightly muddy, but none entirely clear, except one. I believe it is called the Grott geyser. It gushes out from a tine cove of rock and is very hot, as I found when I thoughtlessly put my hand in it.|
The valley widened and became rolling hills covered by nothing except grass and flowers. The river flowed very smoothly and slowly. Once we saw four elk, two bulls, and two cows.
As we neared the Falls, the hills became higher on both sides of the river, and were timber covered. Perhaps a hundred feet or so above the - fine concrete bridge which we crossed, the smooth and placid river suddenly became rapids. We are now camped on the side of the river opposite from the Hotel. We have seen three or four deer, one of them was a faun. They are not at all afraid.
This evening, Minnie, son and I went for a walk. We went to the bridge first and then went down the river. We went down close to the river and saw the falls. Page 25 – We didn’t know whether they were the upper or lower falls but perceived they were the lower ones. The upper falls are 109 feet in heighth. The lower, 308 ft. The canyon is below here.
Aug 3 – This morning I arose at 6.30 o’clock and by nine o’clock we were ready to start out sight seeing. We crossed the concrete bridge and followed down the road until we came to the first or upper falls. They were the falls we had seen last night from the other side of the river.
Aug 4—Arose at 5.30 o’clock this morning. Left camp about 8.15. Before reaching the militia station, nothing unusual happened. Then Henry registered and had the gun permit signed. Then we came on by Lake Hotel and stopped at the small store long enough to get a few things – groceries and then came on. Page 26 – But before leaving here we saw two black bears. One was a cub and was standing on its hind legs drinking milk from a bottle which someone was holding for it.|
After he had passed Lake Junction, we saw, we saw four deer all bucks, with horns “in the velvet.” One of them had a beautiful pair of horns. We got out and went quite close to them – as near as two rods – and they were not in the least afraid. Then we came on and soon came to the Natural Bridge. We went on tope of it and walked across. Then we thot we would get under it, but could not. There are falls both above and below it. But we had a good view of the bridge, anyhow. It is perhaps twenty-five feet across the top, and below there is a good (illegible). One part, the part seen from the road is away from the balance of the bridge leaving a crack several inches wide.
We decided to wash this afternoon and had everything ready when it began to rain, and we had to put off washing until a better time. If nothing happens tomorrow, we will go as far as Thumb Lunch Station. I do not think there will be much of interest between here and there.
Aug 6 – Yesterday (5th) we came as far as Thumb Lunch Station. On the way we saw a dear – a doe. About half a mile – or – before we got to the Thumb we began passing hot springs. Some of them were of a beautiful greenish color and some were muddy. I noticed one peculiarity about all of them – they did not seem to flow much water. They boiled up in their basin and, in many cases, had not outlet. After registering at the station we set camp and had supper.
Page 27 – “You can fish in the lake, and then throw your fish into the cone and cook them” the soldiers told us. Whether this is true, I don’t know. I know that the water in the hot springs in Thermopolis is not hot enough to cook anything, but this water seemed to be much hotter than that at Thermopolis. Perhaps what the soldiers said is true.
we had not heard of paint pots. The “Paint Pots” cover perhaps, two square rods of ground and are nothing more or less than mud boiling up – a thick pink mud! Pink mud, mind you! Later we found a tiny white mud paint pot.|
This morning we saw three bears – two black bears and one that resembled a silver-tip – only that it was small, much smaller than the bear our silver-tip rug must have been. We came about nine miles today so did not get to Old Faithful. We expect to get there tomorrow.
We met dozens of tourist coaches on our way today as indeed we have every day. There is one good thing about these park roads, aside from their improved condition, automobiles are not allowed in here; so we are not in constant fear that, at some sharp turn we will run into one.
We washed today, after setting camp.
Aug 8 –Yesterday (7th) we came to Old Faithful. On our way we passed the Isa Two Ocean Lake. I suppose it is fed by springs in or near it and its waters divide, part going east and part west to the two oceans. It is not much of a sight – a mere pond – and it would certainly not be mentioned on the map were it not for the fact that its waters go to two oceans.
Page 28—We camped very near to Old Faithful (on camp grounds, of course) and after eating supper we went out sight seeing. We passed the Old Faithful Geyser, which was not playing just then – and visited both sides of the river, where there are hundreds of hot springs and a dozen or so of geysers. One of the springs is called Chinaman, another the Sponge – with very remarkable formation – another, the Butterfly and of the geysers the Beehive – which we peeped into, not knowing that it was a geyser. The Lion, Lioness and cubs – I don’t know if they were geysers or not. The Giantess - we saw it play in the evening – later on. And we were fortunate enough to see the Castle geyser play, too. It plays for an hour or two and at time, and at intervals of about twenty six hours. From a distance we saw Old Faithful play, and had a good view of it. It seems hardly necessary to describe it to any great length but this diary would not be complete without telling the main points of interest about it. Its plays are from every sixty to eight two or three minutes apart, and it plays for perhaps two or three minutes at a time. Throws water about a hundred feet into the air. After dark we saw it play with a search light on it. The view was great. We also saw the Old Faithful Inn, made entirely of
logs and is supposed to be built without a nail in the whole structure. It is a real work of art. In the lobby there are big fireplaces – rough but comfortable chairs, rugs on the floor. The steps leading upstairs are half logs. In fact the whole building – inside and out is of logs, rough logs – with the bark on.|
This morning (8th) we got a few provisions at the store and then came on. Among the notable things we saw were the Emerald Pool – I was disappointed in it – Sunset Lake – it was far prettier than Emerald Pool, because larger – Three Sisters – springs – and the Punch Bowl, Grotto Geyser, Riverside Geyser, Giant Geyser, the Fan, and the Morning Glory pool – all of them interesting and beautiful. Later we passed the Mammoth paint pots. I was somewhat disappointed with these. They were larger than the paint pots at the Thumb, but not nearly so pretty. They had only a slightly pink color, some of them were entirely white. We saw the Fountain Geyser from a distance, and then passed the Fountain Hotel. Page 29 - We are now camped about a mile and a half from the hotel on the Nez Perces creek. We expect to get to the Morris Lunch Station tomorrow, and Mammoth Hot Springs two days from tomorrow. (the 11th) and probably on to Gardiner the twelfth.
I have not given a description of many of the things because I believed that the names were sufficient explanation. I want to mention - before I forget it – that, being camped near Old Faithful we saw it play several times, before leaving, this morning.
I almost forgot to mention the Excelsior Geyser. It is an immense pool of boiling water in a cutbank hole and is at least a hundred and fifty feet across. It is remarkable, not only for its size, but also for its color, which is of a wonderful blue. This geyser plays at very irregular intervals – sometimes years elapsing between each eruption. Its last eruption was in 1889. It has been so long quiet that possibly it is extinct now. It is said that when it breaks forth it tears the ground away for several feet around and sends water to an immense heighth. Later I find the sign, 260 by 400 feet.
Aug 10 -- Yesterday (the 9th) we came on about nine and a half or ten miles farther. We passed some Firehole River cascades. They were interesting. Indeed all falls and cascades are interesting to me. In the evening we came to a camp ground and stopped for the night. After supper we went for a walk on up the road and found some more falls. This was the Gibban River.
Diary is continued here