Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-06-13

corn bread you consider yourself fortu-
nate. Horses are unsaddled and allowed
to roam at will while you stretch yourself
under the Welcome shade 10 go TO sleep.
just when you begin TO dose you are rude.
ly awakened by harsh voice shrieking
into your ear the single word; "Ya!"
This means ready; so you rouse yourself,
eat Your egg and bread, drink your black
coffee, light cigarette, frown at the
woman, and doze again.
The road is fairly good to Janindipo,
says a CORES pendent OF the New York
Times, but you can rarely 60 faster than
q walk, as your horse must pick his way
through winding paths, over loose stones,
over fallen trees, across swollen streams,
and woe betide him if he slips, and woe
oetide you, for many time slip would
mean death to horse and man, and you
look sometimes with a shudder at the
hundreds and hundreds of feet below eu.
But you are riding mountain horse and
have no fear as he climbs up OF slides
down places at which the proyerbiB goat
would hesitate.
The scenery now becomes wild in the
extreme and You commence to realize that
you are going farther and farther from
civilization; houses become a rarity; few
er dogs rush with mild velocity and up
roarous barking at your horses head; the
youthful savage in his pristine glory no
longer diversiies nature, aud you still
ride on. The sun rises, throwing beauti-
ful lights and shades upon the mountains;
the road grows narrower and roLgher
huge trees, with their parasitic DOM pan
ions, call forth your admiration, although
ofteu seen before, you are fairly in the
Rilds.
By noon you reach Jauindipo, small
cluster of Indian huts, where pigs roam
at will through the novels, where every
thing and every one is dirty, and where
inuumerable insests cause you to think
that life is not worth living. But here
you must stop for dinner or starve, so you
stop, and glad you are for a Mexican
Omelet, corn bread aud a cup of coffee,
let alone the fact that your horses have a
hard afternoon before them and must
rest. No waiting until three O'Clock to-
day. The mine is only about sixteen
miles away. out sixteen miles no northern
horse wouid face, for now you have only
a COW path over the mountains, and as
your horse steps from rock to rock,
climbing steadily up, up, up, never falter-
ing, never swerving, never hesitating, you
cannot but love the noble animal who
carries you so steadily and surely for
ward.
At length the top of the mounta tain Is
reached and what sights burst upon you.
Below you for mile upon mile stretches
an immense valley, and you follow the
course of winding streams as they thread
their way in and out along the base of
huge plateaus and embryo mountains
that rise here and there upon every side.
Here can be seen the palm in allits glory,
the cactus in its numerous varieties, and
nature in her widest disport. "Oh, what
a ranch!" would be the frst'cry of a stock-
man. "Oh how beautiful the cry OF
the artist, and both wolld be right A
winding path now leads down into the
valley, small streams are crossed, q hor
ribly stony path is left behind, one more
river, one terribly long hill, one more de
scent, and we are at the mines.