CHAPTER II.

ON THE WAY TO THE YELLOWSTONE.

LIVINGSTON, MONTANA, June 22, 1892.

We left the city of St. Paul at 4.25 P.M. on the 20th, by the Northern

Pacific Railroad, and arrived here at 8 A.M. this morning. A section

on the sleeping-car had been previously engaged, and we found it and

the dining-room car attached to the train all that could be desired,

so that we thoroughly enjoyed the entire trip. Passing through the Bad

Lands was a wonderful experience. Great mountains of clay or stone, in

all sorts of grotesque shapes and of many colors, constantly attracted

our attention until we reached the Yellowstone River, which was higher

than it had been for many years. Here things began to look serious, as

frequently the dirty and rushing flood came near to the track, and

the rise of a foot or so would have caused a wash-out, and have

stopped our progress; but for many miles before we reached this

station, the engineer moved the train of ten cars very carefully, and

we were only two hours behind time. There has been a bridge burned

beyond this place, and some bad wash-outs are reported by passengers

coming East, who say that they had to travel around six miles on foot,

through a country infested with rattlesnakes, leaving their baggage

behind; but we expect that all will be clear on Monday, when we shall

have been through the park, and will be ready to go on from here West.

There was the usual crowd of "all sorts and conditions" of men on the

train--young ranchmen, bright eyed, intelligent, and alert, one of

them being an English lord, but I did not know this until he left the

car at a way station. All had tales to tell of life in these parts,

one of which was that the stage running from one of the stations at

which we stopped was "held up" three times last week, and the

passengers robbed. This town is a new one, with a lot of small wooden

houses and stores, but as the hotels did not look very attractive, we

took our breakfast on the dining-car attached to a train about to

start for Cinnabar, on a branch road, and an excellent meal we had.

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