The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1889-03-07
From Denver station.

EEVul D0mv0T OtSS1Vms
We had settled our bills and, accom-.
panied by . delegation from the hotel,
were waiting on the platform Of the sta.
tion for the trains to take us each our
several ways. What time We had en-
joyed in the weeks OF wandering amid
the wild beauty Of the Rocky Mountain
plateau. What recollectious We would
carry with us to the end Of life and
how vividly were scenes, faces and even
the tones Of expression Of each tourist
photographed on our hearts. What Q
strange mingling Of nationalities are
around us and what contrast in modes
of travel. Many with the white of win.
ter on their heads, yet with sould filled
with the ardor of boyhood. The snowy
range of the Continental Divide cleaned
with diamond and ruby sparkles as the
lingering sun hovered on the submits
ere sinking into the emerald parks where
the running streams flow from canons
lined with golden ore. The comrades
of the tortuous trail and dark shades OF
glen and cavern had packed away the
pilgrim shorn and tourists outfits. They
had walked when they chose or rode as
their humor was. Had met by chance,
as indeed all the pleasures Of lite are so
met. Nothing comes by calculation.
We stumble on our luck. Ask any fish
erman If this is not so. Once when
starting on trip friend at the depot
asked, "Is any one going with you ?"
No, said, travel with my recollections
OF days in forests, on lakes and rivers,
on the circling ocean and under the blue
skies Almighty power has spread as q
canopy for our delight and wonder
Companions these sufficient, and with
these your true tourist leaves his home,
and on his rounds meets many another
who has like tastes and emotions. Here
come the rush of the incoming trains,
the hustle OF porters, the handling Of
baggage, the securing tickets and the
rush for the cars. The man from Bur.
lington, Iowa, first leaves us, CONNER
cial traveller, a prince among his class,
and that is praise enough for any man.
"Good bye John, never can I forget your
jolly face, exhaustless wit and honest
heart, nor the fun we had on the mem.
orable ride to the hoary top of Pixies
Peak by the tumbling cataracts and
banks of eternal snow, and what an ap.
petite you displayed when tired and
hungry we were again landed at the
hotel"
"Good by Judge, may the Indians get
your scalp yet for all the rigmarole
you ratified off about the camp.fires and
councils in that internal black canon
-" Here the train gave lurch
and the man from Iowa tumbled off,
but quickly recovering again caught on
and as the train pulled out waved an
adieu from the rear platform and disap-
peared to be the delight of the passen-
gers eastward bound for Omaha. I
walked up and down the long passage
ways. Everywhere humor. Every
where laughing. The young people,
boys, girls, young married people seek
ing companionship, talking over their
experiences in this wonderland of blue
skies and purple clouds,of snowy noun.
tains and beautiful cities. Another train
is made up. The man from st. Joseph
calls out, "Come here, Judge. Look at
this car. It's oats, aint it-better than
riding in wagon or on a pony. Good
bye, old Pixies. I wish you we'll, but if
ever climb you again write me down
q fool. Good bye, old Colorow, and all
the other ows. When you come to St.
Joe Joe, ILL.,, chalk your hat, write me
letter love. This l mean for the fair
maid of Manitou). Here's to our compa-
ny and may we all meet (gurgle) some.
where (gurgle) where the water is fit to
drink without this" (gurgle) -. The
tears stood in his eyes and off went the
Union Pacific for st. Joe.
The man from Missouri with the COW.
boy hat and janggling spurs approached.
my trains next, pard. When you come
to old Galloway, I'll be Mar-don't you
forget it. Do you see those ladies in
that car? Well intend to know them
all before we reach the Missouri River.
Accept this as memento, and when its
liquid amber flows down the we'll accus.
toned channel remember old Galloway,
the Garden of the Gods and fair Salida
in her charmed valley in the mountains,
and when you next start out for
round up send me word and Galloway
will be on hand with his grip sack.'"
The Cincinnati man went next on the
O., b. & @. for Chicago. His satchel
was packed to the brim with rocks. He
had a green snake in bottle, tarantula's
nest, and was loaded like pack horse
with relics of various places. Being an