Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1870-11-18

a change of horses and ample leisure
for dinner.
Praise the bridge which carries you
over. The driver who brought US down
the canon, reader. was Arthur Hill. If
there can be genius in stage-driving
and there certainly IS. for the capacity
20 thoroughly master any business or
calling is genius-then Arthur Hill has
It
There was new surprise IN the ex-
cellence of our mountain hostelry. The
inexperienced traveller in this rough
country naturally expects rough fare,
and IS not prepared-in anticipation,
though he IS sure to be IN appedte-for
beefsteak, fat, juicy and tender, golden
butter, delicious tea and coffee, rich,
creamy milk, and bread of snowy white
ness, such as we regaled upon. There IS
many an eastern Hgatkre a'kOke who
would do well to come out here, be
yond civilization and take lessons in
/ the divine art of keeping hotel.
| With fresh team we started on an
other ascending grade, higher than the
| first, and lasting far into the afternoon.
| The scenery grew still more wild and
striking, one of our party who had trav-
/ eled extensively in Europe and stood on
| the pinnacle of Mt. Blanc, declaring he
had never Witnessed anything finer. In
/ the Alps there are more lines Of beauty,
but the distinctive feature of the Rocky
| Mountains is their hugeness. The Alps
have more verdure the bare, brown
| granite of the Rockies gives them an
appearance Of greater rOughness and
wildness.
Here is the highest point, said our
| driver, when we reached the summit,
meaning the highest point between
Golden and Central. The view was one
of surprising sublimity. and we looked
back forty miles upon Denver sprawled
upon the plain like village of pigmies.
In front, again, appeared The great Cen
tral Range, dazzling in its mantle oi
snow, and sharply defined against the
cloudless Heaven. Crack went the
drivers whip away went we down an
other canon, and in a moment the white
submits were gone again like an aP
partition.
i Down the canon What a splendid
subject for poem This time we hac
four miles of continuous gallop dowr
through one gorge after another. Al
the bottom we struck Clear Greek again
the bright little stream which come.
City. And now we we were in the golC
regions. All along the gulch, as vi
turned our course up the creek, the bee
of the stream was dug over and torn uE
by the gold-seekers, as though an army
of giant moles had undermined it. Two
or three ruined quartz-nills. and many
abandoned tunnels and cabins spoke II
sad eloquence of the disappointment ol
adverse fortune of many poor adven
turer who had here dug only the grave
of ruined expectations. A sluice-waJ
filed with a torrent of muddy water in
: dicated that miners were at work farthe
up the narrow gulch and soon we c2mt
upon them, ShoYeling away in thei
muddy trenches. A few minutes NOR,
and we were in the lively village of Blacl
Hawk, where several large mines are il
constant operation. The town has bu
a single street, on either side of whicl
the miners cottages are perched in nook
: and inches in the side of the mountains
: For nearly two miles up the narrow AM
unsightlY ravine, all available horizonta
space is packed with mills. shops. store
and dwellings. Immediately after leav
ing Black Hawk, we enter Mountain
and then Central City, the three follow
ing each other ike stegs of a stairway
and all being squeezed by the ungenel
GUS mountains into the smallest possibl
compass.
Having slowly ascended the gulch t
the third and highest section of this a
atudlDous village, our driver put HI
horses on the gallop, beautifully circum
, vented a sharp corner, superbly hanke
half dozen omnibuses and quartz wag
ons, then came up handsomely at th
door Of the Connor House, where, fl
the present, we shall take our ease
: our inn. COYOTE.