Gulch and its Famous Lodge
I can see my father now, standing
on the terrace overlooking Palmer Gulch, looking down into that
usually happy valley, and speaking firmly to John Bland.
I could tell that Dad was irritated.
There was a tone in his voice that somehow suggested irritation.
He was using words and phrases that I had previously only heard
in Sunday school, and he was not using them in the way that I had
heard them before. Dad’s whole attitude and conduct suggested that
he was upset and disturbed in his mind, and that Mr. Bland was the
cause of his uneasiness. Dad went on speaking and as he spoke he
warmed to his task, and came more and more to resemble a long-constrained
volcano at last developing its potentialities to the fullest, and
when Dad was done speaking, John Bland was no longer connected with
the Black Hills Country Club, in Palmer Gulch, at the foot of Harney
Peak, near Hill City, South Dakota.