The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1884-09-06
A Picturesque Picnic.

Mountain country familiar and contig-
uous, | may say, to the whole world
but the somber canon, the bald and
blackened cliff, the velvety park and
the snowy, silent peak that forever
rests against the soft blue sky are ever
new. The foamy green of the torrent
has whirled past the giant walls of
natures mighty fortress myriads of
years, perhaps, and the stars have
looked down into the great heart of
earth for centuries where the silver
threads of streams, thousands of feet
below, has been patiently carving out
the dark canon where the eagle and the
solemn echo have their home.
said this to gentleman from Lead
vile short time ago as we toiled up
Kenoska Hill, between Platte Canon
and the South Park, on the South Park
and Pacific Railway. He said that
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whether it would or not.
do not believe at this monet that
he thoroughly understood me. He was
only millionaire, and HI soul, very
likely, had never throbbed and thrilled
with the mysterious music nature yields
to her poet child.
He could talk on and on of porphyry
walls and contact veins, gray copper
and ruby silver. and sulphurets and
Pyrites of iron, but when my eye kim
died with the majestic beauty of these
eternal battlements and my voice trem-
bled little with awe and wonder;
while my heart throbbed and thrilled
in the midst of natures eloquent,
golden silence, this man sat there like
an Etruscan ham and refused to throb
or thrill. He was about as unsatisfactory
a throbber and thriller as l have met
for years.
At an elevation of over 1000 feet
above high water mark, Fahrenheit, the
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green and sloping foothills, burst upon
us. In the clear, still air, hundred
miles away, at Pueblo, could hear
promissory note and cut-throat mort
gage drawing three per cent. month.
So calm and unruf1ed was the rarihed
air that l fancied l could hear the
thirteenth assessment on a share of
stock at Leadville toiling away at the
bottom of two hundred and fifty foot
shaft.
Colorado air is so pure that men in
New York have, in several instances,
heard the dull rumble of an assessment
working as far away as the San Juan
country.
At Como, in the park, met Col.
Wellington Wade, the Duke of Dirty
Woman's Rancho, and barber extra
ordinary to old Stand-up-and-Yowl,
chief of the Piebiters.
Colonel Wade is reformed temper
ance lecturer. l went to his shop to
get shaved, but he was absent. Icould
smell hair oil through the keyhole, but
the Colonel was not in his slab-inlaid
another lecture on temperance, aiiu "s
at that moment studying the habits of
his adversary at a neighboring gin
palace. sat down on the steps and
devoured the beautiful landscape till ne
came. Then l sat down in the chair,
and he hovered over me while he talked
about an essay he had written on the
flowing bowl. His arguments were not
so strong as his breath seemed to be-
I asked him if he wouldn't breathe the
other way awhile, and let me sober up.
| learned afterward that although his
nose was red, his essay was not.
He would shave me for a few mo-
ments, and then he would hone the
razor on his breath and begin over
again. l think he must have been
picking his lungs in alcohol. l never
met a more pronounced gin cocktail
symphony and Bologna sausage study In
my life.
I think Sir Walter Scott must have
referred to Colonel Wade when he said,
"Breathes there a man with soul SO
dead2" Colonel Wade's soul might
not have been dead, but it certainly
did not enjoy perfect health.
went over the mountains to Breck-
enridge the next day, climbed two miles
perpendicularly into the sky, rode on
a special train one day, push car the
next and a narrow gauge engine the
next. Saw all the beauty of the coun-
try. in charge of Superintendent Smith,
went over to Buena Vista and had
congestion of the spine and good time
generally. You can leave Denver on a
morning train and see enough wild,
grand, picturesque lovliness before sup.
per, to store away in your heart and
hang upon the walls of memory, to last
you all through your busy humdrum
life, and it is a good investment, too.
RTIJ. NYE.