that man was a barbarian (i took occasion to tell him so),for he comported himself after the manner of the head-hunters and hunted of assam who are at perpetual feud one with another.
you will understand that these foolish stories are introduced in order to cover the fact that this pen cannot describe the glories of the upper geyser basin.the evening i spent under the lee of the castle geyser,sitting on a log with some troopers and watching a baronial keep forty feet high spouting hot water.if the castle went off first,they said the giantess would be quiet,and vice versa,and then they told tales till the moon got up and a party of campers in the woods gave us all something to eat.
then came soft,turfy forest that deadened the wheels,and two troopers on detachment duty stole noiselessly behind us.one was the wrap-up-his-tail man,and they talked merrily while the half-broken horses bucked about among the trees.and so a cavalry escort was with us for a mile,till we got to a mighty hill strewn with moss agates,and everybody had to jump out and pant in that thin air.but how intoxicating it was!the old lady from chicago ducked like an emancipated hen as she scuttled about the road,cramming pieces of rock into her reticule.she sent me fifty yards down to the hill-side to pick up a piece of broken bottle which she insisted was moss agate.
"i've some o'that at home,an'they shine.yes,you go get it,young man."as we climbed the long path the road grew viler and viler till it became,without disguise,the bed of a torrent;and just when things were at their rockiest we nearly fell into a little sapphire lake--but never sapphire was so blue--called mary's lake;and that between eight and nine thousand feet above the sea.
afterward,grass downs,all on a vehement slope,so that the buggy,following the new-made road,ran on the two off-wheels mostly till we dipped head-first into a ford,climbed up a cliff,raced along down,dipped again,and pulled up dishevelled at "larry's"for lunch and an hour's rest.