SADDLE AND MOCASSIN.
CHAPTER I. THE YELLOWSTONE PARK.[1]—I.
"Wal, sir, I tell you that that thar Yellowstone Park and them geysers is jest indescribable—that's what they are, sure!" said all the packers, teamsters, and prospectors whom we consulted on the subject.
A greater measure of truth characterised this statement than is usually contained in eulogistic reports of scenery.
We were advised at Ogden that pack trains or waggons could be hired at various points on the "Utah Northern" branch of the Union Pacific Railway; in order to economise time, therefore, my companion preceded me to contract for transport, whilst I remained behind to conclude arrangements in connection with the commissariat department. These completed, I followed him. He met me at Dillon with a history of woe. No "outfits" were to be obtained elsewhere at so short a notice, and here the demands for them were exorbitant. No regard was taken of current rates; the teamsters seemed inclined to regard us as legitimate spoil. I ventured to expostulate with one man:
"What you ask would pay you in three weeks more than your 'outfit' cost."
"Oh, horses is dear in this country!" he remarked irrelevantly.