Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys . ake a trainwhich runs southward to within six miles ofthe entrance to the Park. Soon after leavingthe station we pass through a grand canon oftowering rocks called *^ The Gate of the Moun-tains, and then through pleasant valleys,always near the beautiful Yellowstone river. We then pass, on our right, CinnabarMountain, which rises to a height of about2,000 feet above the river; a broad streak ofred down the mountain is called TheDevils Slide, and suggests at the sametime th
Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys . ake a trainwhich runs southward to within six miles ofthe entrance to the Park. Soon after leavingthe station we pass through a grand canon oftowering rocks called *^ The Gate of the Moun-tains, and then through pleasant valleys,always near the beautiful Yellowstone river. We then pass, on our right, CinnabarMountain, which rises to a height of about2,000 feet above the river; a broad streak ofred down the mountain is called TheDevils Slide, and suggests at the sametime that his black majesty in sliding downmust have had a rough time of it. The terminus of the line is at a place calledCinnabar City, which at present contains abouttwelve shanties \ several of these are drinkingsaloons. From Cinnabar we take a stage-coach and six horses for the drive, throughsome very grand scenery, to the ** Mammoth io8 MV HOLIDA V Springs Hotel. The driver of this stage is afellow of infinite wit, and tells marvellousstories in a manner which kept us on a roarthe whole way. I wish I could give you, in. *THE GATE OF THE MOUNTAINS. his own style and words, the story of a corpsewhich he once carried on his coach. ** Once, said he, * I was driving a coach down inUtah—a sixty-mile drive. One night a corpse camealong, packed in a leaden coffin, and then in a woodenone, and then in a box. They fixed him on the top IN THE ROCKIES. 109 of the stage. Of course we had no passengers ; whowould want to travel with a corpse if they could helpit ? It was a bitter cold and pitchy dark night, some-times snowing and raining, with lightning andthunder. The way that blessed corpse kept rollingbackwards and forwards on the top of the coach was,I tell you, pretty scaring. For about thirty miles theroad ran along the side of a mountain. You bet Iwhipped them horses along, and my off-wheelstravelled in the air most of the way. I got to theend of my journey two hours quicker than I ev
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