Just fancy having a stream of
water that a furnace somewhere below has brought to boiling heat,
running through your house at any and all times. They told us that
during the winter when everything is frozen, all kinds of wild animals
come to drink at the overflow of the spring. There are hundreds of hot
springs in the park, I presume, but that one at Marshall's is
remarkable for the purity of its water.
Captain Spencer sent to the hotel for fresh meat and was amazed when
the soldier brought back, instead of meat, a list from which he was
asked to select. At that little log hotel of ten or twelve rooms there
were seven kinds of meat--black-tail deer, white-tail deer, bear,
grouse, prairie chicken, squirrels, and domestic fowl--the latter
still in possession of their heads. Hunting in the park is prohibited,
and the proprietor of that fine game market was most careful to
explain to the soldier that everything had been brought from the other
side of the mountain. That was probably true, but nevertheless, just
as we were leaving the woods by "Hell's Half Acre," and were coming
out on a beautiful meadow surrounded by a thick forest, we saw for one
instant a deer standing on the bank of a little stream at our right,
and then it disappeared in the forest. Captain Spencer was on
horseback, and happening to look to the left saw a man skulking to the
woods with a rifle in his hand.
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