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Title: Frank's ranche, or, My holiday in the Rockies : being a contribution to the inquiry into what we are to do with our boys
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Marston, E. (Edward), 1825-1914
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Publisher: London : Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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thesebelongs to a firm of which Mr. Oliver Dalrymple isthe chief. They own about 75,000 acres, or 117 squaremiles.—Forest and Stream, At Bismarck we crossed the Missouri river(the big muddy, as it is called), over asplendid three-pier iron bridge. The viewone gets of the upward reach of the river andits muddy banks is fine. The bridge hasthree spans of 400 feet each and two ap-proach spans of 113 feet each; it is said tohave cost a million dollars. The Missouri ishere 3,500 miles from the Gulf of Mexico,and 2,800 feet wide, being still navigable for2,000 miles further to the north. At Mandan we come upon Mountain time,that is, we lose an hour since leaving Niagara.We reached Mandan at 12.50, and started at12.10 by the time-table, having remained theretwenty minutes. We are now approachingPyramid Park, the celebrated Bad Lands,but our train is two hours behind time, sowe shall not see them by daylight, and in factI failed to see them at all. When I arose on the following: mornino: at
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lOO MY HOLIDAY six oclock we found ourselves travelling along ** That desolate land and lone,Where the Big Horn and YellowstoneRoar down their mountain path. We had passed Bad Lands in the night. Icannot pretend to describe what I did not see,but I am told that this extraordinary bit ofcountry is in itself worth coming from Englandto see; there is nothing else in the world like it.One writer tells me that it owes its singularappearance to the combined action of fueland water, which have assisted to produce themost fantastic forms and startling contrastsof colours that the most disordered ima-gination could conceive. Mr. E. V. Smalley thus describes it:— The change in the scene is so startling, and theappearance of the landscape so wholly novel and sosingularly grotesque, that you rub your eyes to makesure that you are not dreaming of some ancient geo-logic epoch, when the rude, unfinished earth was thesport of Titanic forces, or fancying yourself trans-ported to another planet. Enor

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