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Title: The Yellowstone national park, historical and descriptive, illustrated with maps, views and portraits
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Chittenden, Hiram Martin, 1858-1917
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Publisher: Cincinnati : The R. Clarke company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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*) for six weeks; and poor doins that feedin is,marm, as youll never know. One day we crossed a canonand over a divide, and got into a peraira, whar wasgreen grass, and green trees, and green leaves on the trees,and birds singing in the green leaves, and this in February,Wagh! Our animals was like to die when they see thegreen grass, and we all sung out, hurrraw for summerdoins. Hyar goes for meat/ says I, and I jest ups old Ginger(his rifle) at one of them singing birds, and down comesthe crittur elegant; its darned head spinning away fromthe body, but never stops singing, and when I takes up themeat, I find it stone, wagh! Hyars damp powder and nofire to dry it, I says, quite skeared. ^Fire be dogged, says old Rube. *Hyars a hos asllmake fire come; and with that he takes his axe and letsdrive at a Cottonwood. Schru-k—goes the axe agin thetree, and out comes a bit of the blade as big as my hand.We looks at the animals, and thar they stood shaking over • Soles made of buffalo hide.
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OspREY Falls, Middi.e Gardiner River. JAMES BRIDGER AND HIS STORIES. 63 the grass, which Im dog-gone if it wasnt stone too.Young Sublette comes up, and hed been clerking down tothe fort on Platte, so he knowd something. He looks andlooks, and scrapes the trees with his butcher knife, andsnaps the grass like pipe stems, and breaks the leaves asnapping like Californy shells. •Whats all this, boy? I asks. Tutrefactions, looking smart; putrefactions, or Im aniggur. La, Mister Harris, says the lady, putrefactions!Why, did the leaves, and the trees, and the grass smellbadly? Smell badly, marm! says Black Harris; would athing smell if it was froze to stone? No, marm; this childdidnt know what putrefactions was, and young Sublettesvarsion wouldnt *shine nohow, so I chips a piece out ofa tree and puts it in my trap-sack, and carries it safe toLaramie. AYell, old Captain Stewart (a clever man wasthat, though he was an Englishman), he comes along nextspring, and a Dutch doctor chap was along t

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