The girl giggled hysterically. The naturalist was protesting that gulls
never nest in such places, and the young man was becoming hopelessly
confused, when a fourth figure joined the group. He was clad in garments
of the commonest sort--but the girl was at once struck by the fact that
he wore a soft roll collar on his flannel shirt, and a huge red silk
neckerchief. Moreover, he carried a long whip which he trailed after him
in the grass.
"Local color at last!" she whispered to her lover. "I know we're going
to have a shooting or a cow-boy adventure!"
"Well," the new-comer said, "do you go with us, or not, Doc?"
"Go with you?" asked the ornithologist. "Go where?"
"Tour of the Park?" replied the man with the whip. "I'm having hard work
to get a load."
"I think," said the person addressed, "that I can finish my inspection
of the Park on foot. It is, in fact, surprisingly small, and not at all
what I had expected. I have been pacing it off. There are very few acres
in it--"
"I'll be dog-goned," said the man with the whip, "if he don't think
_this_ is the Yellowstone Park! Stranger, look at yon beautiful arch,
erected by Uncle Sam out of hexagonal blocks of basalt! That marks the
entrance to the Wonderland of the World, a matchless nat'ral park of
more'n three thousand square miles, filled with unnat'ral wonders of
nature! This is the front yard of the railroad station. It'll take you
days and days to do the Park--an' years to do it right."
"Oh, in that case," responded the investigator, "of course you may rely
upon my joining you!"
"I want two more, lady," said the driver. "What say?"
"No," said the young man. "We've decided to cut the Park out."
"I've changed my mind, I believe," said the girl. "Let's go!"
"But I thought--"
* * * * *
And so the party was made up. It was like one of those strange meetings
that take place on shipboard, on the wharves of ports--wherever fate
takes men in her hands, shakes them like dice, and throws them on the
board--and peeps at them to see what pairs, threes, flushes and other
harmonies make up the strength of the cast.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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