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  COPYRIGHT 1910 BY OREGON SHORT LINE
  TEXT BY EDWARD F. COLBORN    PHOTOS BY F. J. HAYNES




  TO GEYSERLAND

  [Illustration: Geyser.]

  UNION PACIFIC--OREGON SHORT LINE RAILROADS
    TO THE YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK

  Connecting with Transcontinental Trains from all points East and
    West thence through the Park by the four-horse Concord coaches
    of the M-Y STAGE COMPANY





  [Illustration: The Great Falls of the Yellowstone]




GEYSERLAND


Where in confusion canyons and mountains and swift running rivers with
painted banks abound, and elk and deer, buffalo and bear range through
the wilds unterrified by man and gun, and tall, straight pines in almost
unbroken forests plant their feet in a tangle of down-timber that
centuries were required to produce; where in the earth there are vents
through which roar and rush at exact intervals columns of boiling water,
sometimes more than two hundred feet high, or in which painted mud
blubbers and spurts; where pools by thousands at scalding heat boil and
murmur; where under one's feet is felt the hollow of the earth and
through hundreds of holes of unfathomable depth come deep growls of
Nature in her confinement; where dyes have been daubed in delirium on
hillsides and river's brink; where a canyon gashes the earth thousands
of feet through colors so vivid and varied that no record can write them
down; where one of the highest navigable lakes in the world washes the
feet of mountains that hold aloft the snows through every month of the
year; where the supernal and the infernal are blended in a harmony that
only Infinitude can produce, and every miracle of Creation has been
worked; where one can be lost in a wilderness as long as he will and
come face to face with almost every form of creative eccentricity--there
is _Geyserland_.




_The Way in and Out_


Yellowstone National Park is reached via the Union Pacific and its
connection, the Oregon Short Line, the New and Direct Route, over one
stem from Kansas City and Leavenworth, and over another from Council
Bluffs and Omaha. By way of the latter you cross the Missouri River over
a magnificent steel bridge and traverse the "Lane Cut Off," a splendid
illustration of modern railroad construction. If you journey over the
stem from Kansas City, your way leads through a succession of thriving
cities and towns amid the finest farming region of the West, and through
beautiful Denver, through Cheyenne, thence through Wyoming, and a
portion of Utah, to Ogden, from which point Salt Lake City, 37 miles
distant, is reached.

[Illustration: _The Cascades of the Firehole River_]

[Illustration: _Hayden Valley between Yellowstone Lake and the Falls_]

Leaving the central system of transcontinental lines, access to the Park
is had in a night by way of the Oregon Short Line Railroad from Salt
Lake City, Ogden, or Pocatello to the station, Yellowstone, Montana, at
the western border, nineteen miles from the Fountain Hotel.

All along this route are strewn stretches of delightful scenery, and
fields of rare fertility; but these things the tourist does not see--he
awakens for breakfast at Yellowstone, and an hour thereafter is
following the course of the beautiful Madison, well on his way into the
Park and to the wonders that there await him.




_The Scenery_


As a whole, the scenery of the Park is restful and satisfying. What it
lacks in the stupendous it makes up in softness of coloring and the
gentle undulations that lead gradually to the massive mountains. The
green of the pines, lightened and darkened here and there with the
shades of different species, is everywhere. The waters of the rivers are
dimmed by the shadows; the cascades have a glimmer and sparkle quite
their own, and now and then peep out in the sweeps of the distance,
little lakes that shimmer in the sun. Vagrant clouds of steam, signs of
the geysers and boiling springs, are seen all over the landscape,
especially in the early morning when a little of the night frost still
lingers in the air. Many grotesque shapes are taken on by the rocks, and
there is hardly a spring or pool that does not suggest its name by its
form. From the Lake Hotel can be seen facing skyward, the profile of a
human face so perfect it