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<DIV>the Pelican Creek Mud Volcano most likely no longer exists as it did in the
1870s (surprise ! ), but the following description that I just found in
_Wonderland Nomenclature_ is fun, and remids one of the "vertically gifted
cyclic mud pot" at Pocket Basin.</DIV>
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<DIV>Scott Bryan</DIV>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Peale took note of the following
description of the spring written by Dr. S. Weir Mitchell who passed it in
1879:</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0.5in 0pt">"as it has not been hitherto
examined by any save hunters, I shall describe [it] at some length.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A gradual rising ground made up of soft
sulphureous and calcareous earth was crowned by a more abrupt rise some
thirty-five feet high, composed of tough gray clay.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This was pierced by a cone of regular
form about thirty feet across at top and five feet at the bottom.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>On the west, about one-third of the
circumference was wanting from a point six feet above the lowest level, thus
enabling one to be at a distance or to stand close by, and yet see to the bottom
of the pit.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The ground all around
and the shrubs and trees were dotted thick with flakes of dry mud, which gave,
at a distance, a curious stippled look to the mud-spattered surfaces.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As I stood watching the volcano I could
see through the clouds of steam it steadily emitted that the bottom was full of
dark gray clay mud, thicker than a good mush, and that, apparently, there were
two or more vents.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The outbreak of
imprisoned steam at intervals of a half minute or more threw the mud in small
fig-like masses from five to forty feet in air with a dull, booming sound,
sometimes loud enough to be heard for miles through the awful stillness of these
lonely hills.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is clear, from the
fact of our finding these mudpatches at least one hundred yards from the crater,
that at times much more violent explosions take place.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The constant plastering of the slopes of
the crater which these explosions cause tends to seal up its vent, but the
greater explosions cleanse it at times, and all the while the steam softens the
masses on the sides, so that they slip back into the boiling caldron below.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As one faces the slit in the cone there
lies to the right a pool of creamy thin mud, white and yellow, feebly
boiling.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is some thirty feet
wide, and must be not more than twenty feet from the crater; its level I guessed
at sixteen feet above that of the bottom of the crater.</P>
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</SPAN>"After an hour's observation near to the volcano I retired some fifty
feet, and, sheltering myself under a stunted pine, waited in the hope of seeing
a greater outbreak.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After an hour
more the boiling lessened and the frequent explosions ceased for perhaps fifteen
minutes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then [all] of a sudden
came a booming sound, followed by a hoarse noise, as the crater filled with
steam, out of which shot, some seventy-five feet in air, about a cartload of
mud.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It fell over an area of fifty
yards around the crater in large or small masses, which flattened as they
struck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as it ended I
walked toward the crater.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A moment
later a second squirt shot out sideways and fell in a line athwart the mud-pool
near by, crossing the spot where I had been standing so long, and covering me,
as I advanced, with rare patches of hot mud.<SPAN
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Some change took place after this in the
character and consistency of the mud, and now, at intervals, the curious
spectacle was afforded by rings of mud like the smoke-rings cast by a cannon or
engine-chimney.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As they turned in
air they resembled at times the figure 8; once they assumed the form of a huge
irregular spiral some ten feet high, although usually the figures were like long
spikes, or, more rarely, thin formless leaves, and even like bats or deformed
birds."</P>
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S.Weir Mitchell, "Through the <st1:PlaceName
w:st="on">Yellowstone</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType
w:st="on">Park</st1:PlaceType> to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType
w:st="on">Fort</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName
w:st="on">Custer.</st1:PlaceName></st1:place>", <U>Lippincott's Magazine</U>
26:30-31, July 1880.</P></DIV></DIV></DIV></FONT></BODY></HTML>