FINAL DISCOVERY IN 1869 AND 1870
During the year 1867 several garbled accounts of monstrous wonders were
reported to the _Montana Post_ at Virginia City by returning
prospectors. On July 29 the _Post_ stated that an expedition to the
Yellowstone country was being organized to explore the region as far as
Yellowstone Lake. The project evidently fell through, but the notice
accurately gauged the sentiment of Montana people.
By 1867 a dozen ranking citizens, later to be known as the
Washburn-Langford-Doane party, held one common opinion concerning the
Yellowstone rumors; namely, that it was high time some reputable
authority should ascertain the facts. These men made tentative plans for
an exploration that year and also in 1868, but the urge was not strong
enough to impel definite preparations until 1869.
The Folsom-Cook-Peterson Exploration
Even this effort proved abortive, due to Indian unrest and the failure
of the military at Fort Ellis to furnish an escort. However, there were
several men living at Diamond City on the Missouri River, forty miles
below Helena, who were enrolled and waiting to join the Helena party.
When word arrived of the postponement they decided to set out by
themselves. This little expedition consisted of Hon. David E. Folsom, C.
W. Cook, and William Peterson. Folsom and Cook were unusually
intelligent men, with large experience in ranching and mining affairs.
They were capable of executing a purposeful exploration of this
character. Mr. Peterson's precise status is not so well known. He was
born in Denmark, served many years as a sailor, came to Montana as a
miner, and later made a modest fortune as a stockman in Idaho. He was no
doubt a resourceful member of the party, but his educational deficiency
prevented him from making any contribution to the literary side of the
enterprise.[120]
They left Diamond City on September 6, after making arrangements to be
away for six weeks. Their provisions and armaments were adequate for any
emergency which three men might be expected to meet and survive. They
had three riding horses and two for the packs. Among the usual camping
equipment were listed a field glass, a pocket compass, and a
thermometer.
Bozeman was their last station of supply. From there they ascended a
tributary of the East Gallatin River, and crossed the divide onto the
headwaters of Trail Creek, which lies on the Yellowstone drainage. By
September 14 they were at the junction of the Yellowstone, near Tower
Falls. They followed the East Fork of Yellowstone River (now Lamar) for
a day and then doubled back to Tower Creek. The scenery at this point
intrigued them:
... Yesterday we caught glimpses of scenery surpassing in grandeur
anything we have before seen so we concluded to lay over one day and
give it a more thorough examination....[121]
They were speaking of the overhanging cliffs and the second canyon of
the Yellowstone directly beneath, also of the classic falls on Tower
Creek.
They reached Grand Canyon on September 21, after two weeks' travel. From
there they journeyed to the extreme west end of the lake and thence to
Shoshone Lake, which they mistakenly considered the head of Madison
River. Here they saw species of rare aquatic fowl, such as the whistling
and trumpeter swans. Crossing the Continental Divide, which they called
the "Dike," they emerged into the Lower Geyser Basin. They made precise
observations of the geysers and hot springs throughout the area and were
enthusiastic over their performance. There was no lack of appreciation
in this party.
On the night of October 1, three thoughtful men conversed in their
Firehole River camp. William Peterson observed that it would not be long
before settlers and prospectors began coming into the district and
taking up the land around the geysers and canyons. Charles Cook
sincerely hoped that people might have free access to the area to enjoy
its beauty, while David Folsom expressed the opinion that the government
should not allow anyone to locate in the vicinity.
Fifty-three years later, upon the occasion of the Park's Golden
Anniversary, observed on July 14, 1922, at Madison Junction, the matured
reflection of Charles W. Cook was recorded:
None of us definitely suggested the idea of a national park. National
parks were unknown then. But we knew that as soon as the wonderful
character of the country was generally known outside, there would be
plenty of people hurrying to get possession, unless something were
done.
We all had this thought in mind when we came out a few days later, and
told others what we had seen.[122]
[Illustration: Trumpeter Swan, a rare species of aquatic life.]
Folsom, in particular, had a lively interest in the idea of preserving
the phenomena, and he discussed the subject with H. D. Washburn, N. P.
Langford, and others. Indeed, Mr. Peterson later remarked that their own
astonishment was so profound that they thought surely no one would
believe half of what they could tell. However, upon the solicitation of
a friend, Cook and Folsom prepared a joint article from their diaries
for publication. The account was rejected by _The New York Tribune_,
_Scribner's_, and _Harper's_ as "they had a reputation that they could
not risk with such unreliable material." Finally it appeared in the July
1870 issue of the _Western Monthly_ of Chicago. The editors deleted the
account considerably and printed an emasculated narrative. It is
affirmed that among the items left out was the germ of the grand idea
advocating the creation of a national park.
Much credit is due these three gentlemen for accomplishing a difficult
and dangerous mission without military escort. It was purely a private
venture, lasting thirty-six days, and may be considered as having been
eminently successful. In fact, it was the first expedition to make a
complete and authentic report of its exploration.
The Washburn-Langford-Doane Expedition
It was these articulate reports of Folsom, Cook, and Peterson that
electrified the natural interest of Helena's intellectual leadership.
Thereafter, Langford and his associates were burning to effect a grand
expedition and achieve conclusive results. General Phil Sheridan gave
the project his blessing and the assurance of a military escort.
A congenial personnel was sifted out, consisting of Hon. Nathaniel P.
Langford, Hon. Cornelius Hedges, Hon. Truman C. Everts, Hon. Samuel T.
Hauser, Walter Trumbull, Benjamin Stickney, Jr., Warren C. Gillette, and
Jacob Smith. James Stuart was selected as leader, but he was deprived of
that privilege by jury service. Thereupon, Surveyor General Henry D.
Washburn was given the honor of taking command. He was a worthy leader,
having achieved the rank of Major General in the Civil War. He had also
served two terms in Congress. Altogether it was a hand-picked company.
The men were uniformly young and energetic, with the exception of Everts
who was fifty-four. Several of them had served as Vigilantes. Indeed,
they were men of intelligence, action, and high integrity. With one
exception the men were serious-minded and mature. They early sensed the
hazards of the endeavor and struggled manfully to reduce them to a
minimum.
Elaborate preparations were made in point of equipment and provisions.
Two packers, Reynolds and Bean, and two colored cooks were employed, and
the whole enterprise, although private, took on a semiscientific,
quasi-military character from the start. Washburn possessed a copy of
the Folsom-Cook diary and a map made by Walter W. DeLacy.[123] In
addition, he had numerous conversations with these men, and he was,
therefore, the beneficiary of their experience. They left Helena on
August 17, 1870. Four days later they were at Fort Ellis. Here they
listened to the post order detailing Lieutenant Gustavus C. Doane, one
sergeant, and four privates "to escort the Surveyor-General of Montana
to the falls and lakes of the Yellowstone and return...." The soldiers
in the party were Sergeant William Baker and Privates John Williamson,
George W. McConnell, William Leipler, and Charles Moore.
There was no allusion to thermal phenomena or any exotic features
whatsoever. Judge Hedges subsequently characterized the general temper
of the explorers in respect to those particulars:
I think a more confirmed set of skeptics never went out into the
wilderness than those who composed our party, and never was a party
more completely surprised and captivated with the wonders of
nature.[124]
The complete expedition now comprehended nineteen men, thirty-five
horses and mules, and adequate supplies for a month's journey. Leaving
Fort Ellis, they ascended the Yellowstone River to its junction with the
Gardner. This brought them within five miles of the Mammoth Hot Springs,
but ignorance of the fact precluded their visitation. Instead, they
crossed over the plateau and reached Tower Creek where they camped on
August 27. All members were delighted with the hot springs and fumaroles
in that area.
Around the campfire they evolved a name-giving policy and enjoyed great
sport incident to its first application. They adopted a self-sacrificing
resolution. Natural features should not be given the names of the
present personnel or their relatives and friends. Instead, all wonders
must bear the most appropriate cognomens possible. This was a noble
gesture, and while it was not strictly observed one wishes that their
demonic impressions might have been less vivid. Here was the Devil's
Slide; there, Hellbroth Springs; yonder, Brimstone; now, Devil's Hoof,
Den, Kitchen, and Ink Well; again, Hells Half Acre and Hell Roaring
Mountain. Surely their concepts of Christian theology rendered them
acutely conscious of the attributes and environment of His Satanic
Majesty.
The first controversy arose over naming the falls. "What shall we name
these sentinel-guarded falls?" "Minaret is the proper name," said young
Trumbull. "What's a minaret?" queried Jake Smith. Trumbull gave a
classical description of Moslem architecture and drew his analogy to
this similitude. Sam Hauser objected on the ground that the name was not
"fitten" in western America where there weren't any mosques. Hence, he
proposed the more expressive name "Tower." The council deliberated,
expanded, and talked big. Minaret was the most significant, had a deeper
meaning, more symbolical. Therefore, General Washburn christened them
"Minaret Falls."[125]
But Sam Hauser was a politician; he later became governor of Montana.
During the night he confidentially circulated the rumor that Walter
Trumbull had a girl friend by the name of Minnie Rhett. Trumbull denied
the statement, said it was a canard, a roarback, a plain lie! However,
the seed of doubt had been sown, and at breakfast Hauser's point was
won. The name was Tower Falls. Later it transpired that the future
governor's girl friend was a Miss Tower! Surely there was genuine
political statesmanship in this party, and its genius was clearly
manifest before the journey's end.
The party skirted Mount Washburn on the twenty-ninth and spontaneously
named it for their honored leader, because he was the first to climb its
summit. Said Washburn, "I saw the canyon and the lake. There are
unmistakable columns of steam in the distance. This is a glorious
region." Whereupon the entire party hustled upward, frightening the
resentful bighorn en route. Upon reaching the summit silence prevailed
while these subdued men paid unconscious tribute to the Powers That Be.
Standing there upon a natural observatory, they looked down upon the
whole grand panorama, as does yonder eagle. Their vision darted a
hundred miles southward, where the Tetons glittered like purple
icebergs. Then nearer they beheld Lake Titicaca's only rival, shimmering
in the sun. Lake Yellowstone's deeply sinuous shores, scattered islands,
and fingerlike peninsulas gave it a mystic character. Now their gaze
followed the Yellowstone River crooking away from the lake and then
whirling toward them flashing in its canyon cameo until it seemed to be
biting at their very feet. From this central apex the whole
mountain-girt plateau conformed to the shape of a mammoth saucer as its
distant rim merged with the sky.
Another day found them standing on the brink of an imprisoned river's
chasm, enchanted by the ponderous roaring of the awful force below. So
vast were the canyon's alternating gulfs and monoliths that lofty pines
"dwindle to shrubs in the dizziness of distance!" Bald eagles far below
screamed in angry protest upon this invasion of their secret eyries.
Fishhawks hovered cautiously above, less fearful of new dangers than
old. Nineteen lonely men stood amazed by an environment at once both
grand and gloomy, mellow and terrible, an "empire of shadows and
turmoil."[126]
Then the sun came out and the whole gorge flamed! They beheld the
marvelously variegated volcanic coloring as vivid and broken as the
field of a kaleidoscope. It was as though rainbows had fallen from the
sky and draped themselves like glorious banners upon the chasm below.
How did it all come about?
All nature's forces conspired to build this temple to her glory. The
smooth, sharp tongue of glacial ice first plowed the great furrow deep
into the bosom of the earth. Volcanic fires subdued the rigid hardness
of the riven rock. Steam from boiling springs tempered to plastic
yielding the surface of massive stone. And wind and water came with
all their energies and skill to carve and sculpture it to befitting
shapes. The air brought all its magic alchemy to bear upon the
ingredients of the rock to call thence the gorgeous pigments for its
coloring.[127]
Truly, here was a noble river, vibrating like a bundle of quivering
electric wires a mile below, yet notching the centuries, revealing a
record of geological time, and disclosing to men how God writes history.
It was a canyon full of interest even to the most casual observer in the
group. External senses were all appropriately appealed to. Indeed, the
hidden recesses of the inner self were reached and stirred by the wild
beauty and mystery of the scene. The world would surely want to visit
such a place.
As they reluctantly journeyed along the river toward the lake, their
ears were assailed by a series of resounding thuds. The source was the
combined agitations of Mud Volcano and Dragons Mouth. These frightful
vents reminded them of two vicious, frothing animals chained in
cavernous lairs. There they spewed their foul compounds, as in terrible
rage, growling and groaning in their perpetual regurgitations. It was
one of the fascinating, if loathsome, sights in the Park.
[Illustration: Bighorn resentful toward invaders.]
Later there was Yellowstone Lake, nestled serenely against its
buttress-based, snow-capped mountain guardians. Many people have been
made happy by its sparkling water. One capable writer has left his
impression:
From a gentle headland, at last we overlooked the lake. It was like
the fairest dream which ever came to bless the slumbers of a child.
How still it was! What silence reigned! How lovingly it laid its hush
upon you![128]
It was the Washburn party that fancied a resemblance between the lake
and the human hand. Concerning this analogy Professor R. W. Raymond made
an amusing observation:
The gentleman who first discovered this resemblance must have thought
the size and form of fingers quite insignificant, provided the number
was complete. The hand in question is afflicted with Elephantiasis in
the thumb, dropsy in the little finger, hornet bites on the third
finger, and the last stages of starvation in the other two.[129]
What a struggle they had in threading their way through fir and
lodgepole forests east of the lake. The tanglewood was nearly
impenetrable; no trails to guide them except the dim and devious ways of
wild animals, "through which we toiled and swore our way, coming out
after several days tattered and torn, ragged, bleeding and sullen."[130]
In this welter it was every man for himself after the general course had
been determined. It was this circumstance that eventuated in the painful
despair of Truman C. Everts.
Lost in the Wilderness
In Yellowstone even now the wilderness is almost within rifle-shot of
the Grand Loop highway. Furthermore, the area's conformation to a vast
plateau renders it relatively deficient in accessible landmarks. Hedges
and Stickney were inadvertently separated from the party on September 8,
but they stumbled upon the camp by nightfall. The very next day Mr.
Everts unintentionally drifted away from his associates. By evening he
was laboriously embroiled in the forest labyrinth southeast of Lake
Yellowstone. Unconcerned the first night, he made himself comfortable,
fully assured of an early reunion the next day. From this point on, a
chronicle of his experience reveals a record of astonishing incompetency
and carelessness on his part. It is amazing that he escaped fatal
consequences.
Up bright and early he was retracing the trail; dismounting to survey an
engulfing situation, he left his horse untied, and it bolted. Upon its
disappearing back was his entire outfit. In his excitement Everts then
lost his spectacles, a grievous loss because he was nearsighted. Later
on he also lost two knives and one of his shoes. The most valuable
article on his person was his field glass. It saved his life.
Another day passed; complacence now turned to frenzy, and Everts fairly
ran in circles. His voice gave out; his head whirled. The pangs of
hunger were extremely severe, and the close of the second day found him
in tears. A cold, dark night added terrors of its own. There were
howling coyotes and roaring lions--whether real or fancied made little
difference to a timid man.
Still, he reasoned upon his problem and resolved to fight his way
through. In his ill-conceived exertions he came upon a beautiful little
lake. He named it Bessie for his daughter. On its banks were several hot
springs and numerous patches of elk thistles. In an agony of hunger he
tasted a root; it was edible, better still when cooked in the boiling
water. Then a storm came up. It whipped him both in body and mind. He
became lethargic, satisfied to chew thistle roots and bake his backside
on warm spring incrustations. Seven days Everts hovered over this
location. This indecision on his part put him completely out of reach of
salvation by the Washburn party.
Then the skies cleared; the sun glistened upon the water. Its reflection
flashed an idea into his mind. "My opera glasses--fire from heaven!" Oh,
happy, hope-renewing thought! It worked; he made a fire. With new
purpose he bestirred himself; he would make a break, but which way
should he go? South to Snake River? Yes, there were frontiersmen in
Idaho. After many miles of painful toil among the intricacies of hill
and vale his faith weakened. The goal--a notch in the mountain
barrier--seemed to recede as if in mockery of his feeble efforts.[131]
"I'll go west into the Madison Valley--that's shorter." So he stumbled
off in that direction. A precipitous escarpment obstructed his path;
there was no pass. The distraught pilgrim lighted a fire. It got out of
control; he fled from its awful devastation. In utter exhaustion he sat
down to rest; whereupon, he experienced an hallucination. An old
clerical friend seemed to be standing before him. He seemed to say, "Go
back immediately, as rapidly as your strength will permit. There is no
food here, and the idea of scaling these rocks is madness." Amid serious
misgivings Everts decided to retrace the course of ingress. His heart
nearly failed him as he envisioned the unending panorama of the
Yellowstone River trail. Final resolution was helpful, and he trudged on
by day, rested by night, and gnawed on "Everts" thistle betimes.
For two long weeks the party camped along the southwest shore of the
lake. From this base position they daily sent out searching details,
lighted signal fires, shot guns, posted notices, and cached food. No
clues were found, and the time was far spent. They regretfully concluded
that their companion was either hopelessly lost or well upon his way
toward home. A foot of snow had already fallen. The thirty-day rations
had rendered thirty-two days' service. In these circumstances Cornelius
Hedges expressed his depression in his diary:
Had to lie in bed to keep warm, wished I was at home ... stormed all
night. We are in for it. Snowed all day ... the season is in our
favor, we shall make haste home as soon as the blockade raises.[132]
Therefore, they left the Thumb of the Lake and started toward Firehole
Basin on September 17. They were exultant over the exploration; accurate
journals were kept. It was generally felt that their observations were
of great value and the exploration would be considered important. Allow
Langford to describe their reactions:
Strange and interesting as are the various objects which we have met
within this vast field of natural wonders, no camp or place of rest on
our journey has afforded our party greater satisfaction than the one
we are now occupying, which is our first camp since emerging from the
dense forest. Filled with gloom at the loss of our comrade, tired,
tattered, browned by exposure and reduced in flesh by our labors, we
resemble more a party of organized mendicants, than of men in pursuit
of Nature's greatest novelties. But from this point we hope that our
journey will be comparatively free from difficulties of travel.[133]
Having finished an assignment, they were thinking of home and their
neglected affairs. Notwithstanding the grandeur of nature's wonders in
the Yellowstone Lake region they were about to get the surprise of their
lives. This marvel of wonders occurred on the evening of September 18.
Just as they emerged from the woods into the Upper Geyser Basin, Old
Faithful was shyly preening her billowy plume, and as the vanguard
shouted, "Look!" she gracefully mounted, wave upon wave, until a mighty
torrent vaulted heavenward, where it unfurled like a watery flag, as if
in welcome to its known immortalizers. Thus, the Fairy Queen had the
honor of first saluting those weary explorers, and never since that
eventful day has she failed any visitor.
In that gloryful presence Lieutenant Doane solemnly declared, "The earth
affords not its equal. It is the most lovely inanimate object in
existence."[134] To General Washburn, the Giantess, when quiet, was like
a hallowed fountain and in eruption, grandly magnificent, with "each
broken atom shining like so many brilliants with myriads of rainbows
dancing in attendance."[135] What ecstasy! A whole kingdom of fairy
spirits seemed determined to outdo each other. There ensued an orgy of
thermal activity. During the short visit of twenty-two hours, twelve
geysers were seen in action. It was then that their experience waxed
"more and more wonderful until wonder itself became paralyzed." In this
basin they overcame the tendency to apply the wretched Satanic
nomenclature so fully employed elsewhere. Instead, the names bestowed
bear witness to a profound appreciation. It was for them alone that Old
Faithful marked the hours by sending up "a plume of spun glass
iridescent and superb, against the sky."[136] When the Giant played,
"Our whole party went wild with enthusiasm; many declared it was three
hundred feet in height." The picturesque name "Broken Horn" was then
proposed; it is most descriptive and worthy of being retained. The
Grotto reminded them of
... a miniature temple of alabaster whiteness, with arches leading to
some interior Holy of Holies, whose sacred places may never be
profaned by eye or foot.[137]
Geysers soon to become known as Giantess, Lion, Grand, Turban (or Turk's
Head), Splendid, Beehive, Fan, Castle, Rocket, and Grotto performed with
unrivaled courtesy. What an array of Titans! Surely the world would also
want to know about this.
And then there were the pools, the amazing springs of
Yellowstone--thousands of them, all colors, a riot of aquatic
pigmentation--Emerald, Sapphire, Gentian, Grand Prismatic, Rainbow,
Topaz, and glamorous Morning Glory. The amazing intricacy of color-blend
in the water did not then excel in beauty the surrounding border
incrustations. Indeed, the most delicate embroidery could not rival them
in their wonderful variety and complexity.[138]
How was such symmetry of design created? Species by the score of tiny
plants called algae and diatoms thrive in hot water, temperatures
ranging from approximately 100° to 170° F. These plants have the
capacity to assimilate silica held in solution, and as their lives are
short they build sinter formations in the same manner as coral reefs are
fashioned. These algae are, therefore, active geological agents in soil
building on a considerable scale.[139] However, the intricate mineral
incrustations and lacy embroidery surrounding the boiling hot springs
and geysers are entirely the product of deposition due to evaporation.
As the party progressed through the hierarchy of basins, Upper, Biscuit,
Midway, and Lower, samples were taken and names given to many thermal
features. They were leaving the Firehole region, but before an exit was
made, or its spell broken, their whole experience was given a proper
evaluation, and the greatest natural history idea of a millennium was
born.
On the evening of September 19, the explorers were encamped at the
junction of the Firehole and Gibbon rivers. The setting was an
impressive one. A majestic mountain backdrop cast long shadows upon
them. The silvery Madison glided away in the foreground. On center
stage, red embers of a neglected fire sparked and glowed in contact with
a fanning breeze.
The last scene was being enacted--the curtain was about to fall. It was
an hour of recapitulation. Thrills were relived, confidences exchanged,
speculations indulged. Then came the inevitable question of
Yellowstone's destiny. The question was posed, "Men and brethren, what
shall we do?" "Why," said Smith, "we'll fence it in; give me Old
Faithful." "I'll take the Falls," echoed another. Serious consideration
was given the idea of allowing each explorer to pre-empt a choice
section in the most strategic location and pool the income for equal
distribution. Whereupon, the inspired mind of Cornelius Hedges proposed
and explained an idea that marked him as one of the far-sighted men of
his generation. Said he:
There ought to be no private ownership of any portion of this region.
Rather the whole of it should be set apart as a great National Park
for all time as a reserve for the use and enjoyment of all the people.
Furthermore, each and everyone of us should make every effort to have
this purpose accomplished.[140]
The response was instantaneous and all but unanimous. The next day
Langford wrote in his diary, "I lay awake half of last night thinking
about it;--and if my wakefulness deprived my bed-fellow [Hedges] of any
sleep, he has only himself and his disturbing National Park proposition
to answer for it."[141]
Within a week the _Helena Daily Herald_ had printed the first of a
series of articles on "The Yellowstone Expedition." Washburn, Langford,
Hedges, and Trumbull wrote separate accounts, all of which were in
general agreement that they had seen "the most interesting country ...
where are presented at once the wonders of Iceland, Italy, and South
America."
[Illustration: W. S. Chapman
Part of Washburn-Langford-Doane party in camp.]
The members were banqueted and feted; specimens of petrifaction,
geyserite, and other strange items were displayed. Langford gave a
"Grand Lecture" to open the Helena Library Association Lecture Course.
Hedges paid glowing tribute to the memory of Truman C. Everts, thought
to be deceased. Indeed, his disappearance did as much as anything else
to capture the public interest. Still anxious to do everything possible
in his behalf, a searching party was immediately organized and sent off.
On October 15, Jack Baronett and George A. Pritchett, two well-known
scouts, came upon the prostrate Everts. It was his thirty-seventh day of
travail. They found him near the northern boundary of the Park, near a
mountain now bearing his name. The day was raw and gusty. Against the
prospect of an overcast sky he carried a firebrand in his seared hands.
His weight was halved; his whole system was terribly out of order.
Actually he was sinking under the conviction that death was near.
According to his own report rescue came in the nick of time:
Groping along the side of the hill, I became suddenly sensible of a
sharp reflection, as of burnished steel. Looking up, through
half-closed eyes, two rough but kindly faces met my gaze.
"Are you Mr. Everts?"
"Yes. All that is left of him."
"We have come for you."
"Who sent you?"
"Judge Lawrence and other friends."
"God bless him, and them, and you! I am saved!"[142]
Everts fell helpless into the strong arms of his preservers. They
carried him to a trapper's cabin, and there he rested after swallowing a
pint of bear grease. In time his recovery was complete, and he lived to
the ripe age of eighty-five. During these years he experienced much
satisfaction over the contribution he had made in the discovery of
Yellowstone, even at the high price of "Thirty Seven Days of Peril."