The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-09-01
THE DAILY MORNING. SEPTEMBER J.
ALL ABOUT A TRIP IN COLORADO

tnlnh tolu you OF my pleasant surprise at
finding Mr.. and Mrs. Woodward and Ten
ME here in Denver, but don't remember
whether or not gave you an account of
our excursion to Georgetown. However,
shall give you the benefit of IA doubt and
describe it again, shall also try to con
dense it into letter.
Our little party OF six Cairoites, consist
ing of Mr. and Mrs. VIM Winter, Mr.. and
Mrs. Woodward and Tenie and myself met
one day and decided by mutual agreement,
that, inasmuch as we had visited all the
chief places of interest in Denver, we
should take little trip out of town, and
Georgetown was settled upon as the place,
for the route through "Clear Creek Canon"
as well as the little "Silver Queen City" IT.
self would afford US better view OF the
| granduer of natures architecture, than any
place We could have selected
To ladies' Woodward and Winter, we owe
one OF the essential pleasures of the day.
We decided to start on the morning of the
9Th INST, at eight o'clock and the evening
OF the fourth the ladies thOughttully filled
two baskets with the delcacies that usually
characterize picnic dinner and the next
morning the sextette met at the Grand
Union depot at quarter Of eight We
took our seats in an observation car which
is built very much like the coaches, except
the painful absence of the cushion seats
and the windows are made aomewhat wider,
leaving out the glass, SO that we have an
unobstructed view Of the scenery.
Some time after eight O'Clock our little
narrow guage engine gives puff and
blow, and we fly across fertile valley of
some sixteen miles in width, which by
means of artificial irrigation is made eX-
ceedingly productive and presents a sue
cession Of home-like farm houses, and well
cultivated fields, then We plunge into golden
and extensive little manufacturing towns
with her mining, schools, smelters and her
castellated surroundings Here We add
another engine for the grade begins to rise
at the rate OF three thousand feet IN thirty
eight miles and the train is too long for
one engine. Once more we resume our
journey, which now begins to present a sue
cession Of interesting features of scenery.
In fifteen minutes our little engines dart
into Clear Creek Canon--one Of the grand
est path ways that penetrates the Rocky
Mountans-and we are shut in AS it were
by those solid granite walls 90 all sides,
towering up two thousand feet high, and
seeming TO forbid progress or retreat. AS
we look back and see the path closed in by
sn immense mountain, and we can see no
opening, it seems mystery how we got in
there, and looking forward we see al i'm
portant looking sentinel of solid rock,
| clothed with his mantle of verdant pines
| and standing in the center as if to guard
| against further intrusion upon natures DO
mains, but when the little engines come up
! to it, they glide gracefully around only to
meet another which they treat with the
same defiance. Straight track is almost
unknown, and little train twists and
writhes, but goes on and up; now heading
for a projecting rock, whose frownng sum
nit overhangs and looks down upon us as
if amazed at our apparent rccklessness IN
daring to approach such a powerful sen
tnel; now sweeping around a majestic
curve, the engines and forward coaches are
lost behind the granite walls ahead and we
twist and turn so often that it seems We
must eventually come out at the starting
point
We still follow the tortuous winnings
Clear Creek, cllnging to its rock bound
banks, and crossing it time and again over
saunch iron bridges. Here, should say
that Clear Creek is misnomer and think
Muddy Run" or something of that kind
would be more appropriate to the turbulent
stream, whose waters have not yet lost the
detrtus of the reduction works far above
US. 1t is reckless torrent, dashing
against the impasslve boulders which guard
its channel itpIunges madly onward, leap
ing over the smaller distractions, and fairly
roars with rage, as it overtakes another
huge boulder,
TIE 5eetling crags continue to irown
tiercely from overhead; high, impressive
bouldcrs seem to bar the way; miniature
canons lead out into the range, with road
ways, small gardens and sturdy cottages,
giving them hospitable appearance.
At Beaver Brook, eight miles from Golden
our faithful little pouting engines halt, as
If to enjoy bret respite from the tremen.
dous conflict This is very picturesque
little station, where refreshments are sold