This morning we started at eight o'clock, and soon came to springs that were boiling hot. Only five feet from them was another as cold as ice. Here were men engaged in washing their clothing. Their position was such that, after washing a garment in the boiling springs, they could take it by the waistband and fling it across into the cold spring, and vice versa, with perfect ease. There were said to be creeks of running water too hot to bathe in, but we did not have leisure to visit them.
These springs are shown on the map below within the boundaries of the Winecup-Gamble Ranch.