Morning journal and courier., 1883-09-22

and furnished with new stairs, ladders, etc., where needed Mir. Rhinehart one of the owners, is an old Ohio man. being well ac-
 quainted in and about Cleveland want in
 this connection to give you the benefit of q legend which is inscribed ever the portal of this modern Delphi, where the ancient
 sknow myself" was traced. It reads: ''We
 love children, but we have no use for them in the cave.n
 But 1t was my purpose to devote this letter chiefly to ramble which took all alone very early in the morning through the
 Msnitou at about six o'clock de-
 termined to walk the entire dis
 distance to the Garden and back. I accom-
 plished this feat without fatigue, although
 burdened with an overooat and 8 parcel; the
 air enables one to do wonders in this climate.
 How far is it to the Garden of the Gods ?" inquired of 8 resident cottager before starring. 'oFwo miles and half" was the gratifying response. ''What sort of grade is it?" "Well, It's up hill pretty much all the
 way, was the less encouraging response. Afterwards when came to return I asked the rnea h9.ei pad prop5istor about tn the You'll find 1t up hill all the way !'' And I guess the charitable view of the case is that both men were right. Like most of the mountain trails, the road did seem to be up hill both ways. But had not been long started before discovered that there are grave differences of opinion as to the dis tance. When had walked mile or so I was informed by 8 boy thHt it was ''stiIl four miles further on." The country would not really be interesting If it wasn't for this bat tie of the guide books, among other things. It is exhiIsrating to try to harmonize the diverse statements. A walk of between four and i've miles, if I may be permitted to judge, found me in the midst of the giant spires, needles and castellated peaks which have excited the wonder of so many school children as feebly represented by cuts in their geographies. Here was an Olympus indeed, and it was not at all hard to imagine that these formations had been created by the gods long before even the Indians walked among them. Doubtless those giant deities were at play hurling these huge boulders back and forth, when the first distant war-whoop warned them of the approach of their dusky subjects, and they stole away, leaving every thing in this Eden just as it was when dropped. It was this spot that HI. B" <" had the temerity to denominate symphony in red and yellow" Now I have no grud dge against HI. H." In fact I rather admire her, and am quite free to admit that she put it very neatly when she made this much quo ted remark. But am sure she had no idea at the time when she thoughtlessly made this enthusiastic utterance thnt it was to be made the theme of every penny-trumpet in the land. This symphony" remark has fol- lowed mo and hunted me down everywhere It has stared at me in railroad advertisements. It has been dinned into my ears by hotel pro- prietors, livery men, guides and rattlebrained tourists.
 It is a source Of no little satisfaction to note the fact that the advertising fond has not mutilated this Eden to any great extent. No penalty could be devised too severe for such monstrous act of impiety as that of defaoing these great natural battlements. As it is, there are only two or three painted in. vitations to purchase mountain views at stated places. There is also one inscription painted upon the main cathedral rock, which I fancied to be out of place. It is this: