The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-07-30

ID LuC udPplu1SS VI OCALCHI. W.
body has anything, SO nobody is
poor. The innovation of the new
civilization they view with the most
contemptuous indifference-not even
looking up from their work to see
the trains pass. The Pueblo girls
and boys, however, often come to
the track to trade off their wares or
curiosities, and, dressed in their red
shawis, are often quite comely
Albuquerque, the largest of our
stopping places in New Mexico, we
pass in the night. and stop for break
fast at Coolidge near the Arizona
| line.
Thursday, July ?.
Taguna, Pueblo town which we
pass early in the morning, is really
one mud house capable Of accommo-
dating thousand people and is
perched airily on sterile, rocky hill
the people for the most part climb
ing ladders to get into it. Ordinary
occupations are carried on on the
roof top. These sky jewellers, per-
haps the most ancient people of the
new world, present the only known
instance of successful communism.
They are and always have been in
dependent of the rest of mankind.
We are now in our largest and
most worthless territory-part of the
Gadsden purchase from Mexico.
Arizona is for the most part sterile
sand and rock-a great sunburned
desert interspersed with lava beds,
terrible gorges and canyons, petrl-
| fed forests, vast mountains, rock
hewn cities and occasional pine tree
valleys.
The Moqui Indians were consid-
cred hostile at our starting, but they
peaceful and meek enough now.
Some squaws gathered around US at
one of our stopping places want ten
cents for a lock at their papooses
half smothered in blankets. Cheer
full beggars they are. Here the
pages of geological history lie open.
The strata are grotesquely upheaved
and eroded seemingly by the tapping
waters of some ancient sea, but part
ly probably by later day floods and
sand blasts.
Narago church, curious cathedral
shaped rock, stands near Wingate,
our first stopping place in Arizona
We pass some brown Ignite coal
fields and then strike the bed of a
dry river, or, perhaps, more properly
a river upside down--the Rio Puer-
co. Lava beds lie around US look
ing as they did when first deposited
when the San Francisco mountains
were all volcanoes. The Indians
here have initiated Anglo Saxon CIV
ilization in one particular-the
women bang their hair,-but it be-
comes them as little as it does US.
Shortly after leaving Holbrook we
cross Canyon Diablo, hideous cash
in the face of nature, produced like
the Canyon of the Colorado by the
cooling of the earth and contraction.
A little beyond Flagstaff are the
cliff dwellings. They are really
mid air excavations in theA sand
stone walls of an enormous canyon.
They are now deserted and the race
that inhabited them extinct. The
petrlfed forest lies near US and we
secure a few specimens of agatized
wood where the train stops for
water.
This afternoon, the air being very
hot and still, we are fortunate in see
ing several mirages on the desert
sands.
We pass the Colorado in the night
and are shortly at "The Needles -
peaks so called from their shape
that lie on the California border.
Friday, July 8.
/ We awake in the morning to find
ourselves in the Mojave desert with
out an engine. Waiting few hours
our engineer returns and we go on
and shortly discover the cause of our
delay A freight was wrecked just
ahead of US in the night and we
waited for the building of new
track around the wreck.
We are now in California, but not
the California Of our dreams,-a
barren waste, clothed only with sage
brush and cacti. The Cacti be-
come huge trees before we enter
Cajon pass. Then for some dis
lance we run along the Mojave-a
river of sand. On the right are seen
the San Bernardino Mountains, on
the left the Coast Range. We toll
up the divide and pass out of the
desert at last into pine tree forests,
and over the divide begins new
country. We pass beautiful towns
like Topico, Ontario, San Bernar-
dino and Pasadena, and at last
through vineyards and orange groves
reach Los Angeles and feel the cool