The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1891-04-01
TERRELL
Continues Her Interesting Sketch Of
Her Journey From Salt Lake.

in Salt Lake City so long am afraid
they have forgotten their own identity,
but circumstances have been such
could not resume the journey at an
earlier date. We left Salt Lake City one
morning at IL o'clock and reached Dem
yer at the next evening. The scenery
on the Rio Grande Western II. X. is al
most indescribable, and / am sure it
would require a much ADLER pen than
mine to give you even faint idea of its
beauty and grandeur We stopped in
Ogden about twenty minutes, but of
course saw little OF the main part of the
city. A loquacious porter informed us
that most of the inhabitants between
Ogden and Grand junction were Nor
mons. Quite number OF the inhabi-
tants of this region live in dugouts or
underground houses. We saw several
that seemed miles away from any other
habitation, and imagined their owners
hermits who had become soured against
humanity in general and sought seclu-
sion where he could commune with ma
ture and have only animals as compan-
ions. We pitied him in his loneliness,
and wondered why so many men be-
come soured against the world. Is it
the fault OF the world or of the man
Others of these dugouts would have
children swarming about the doors,
evincing happiness within; truly love in
cottage.
We stopped for awhile in little min
ing town up in the mountains, and saw
the cars loaded with ccal coming out of
the mines. 1t was just before sunset
and many of the miners were on their
homeward way, all soot-begrimed, but
whistling merrily, for in many cases the
good wife was standing in the door of
their humble home with rollicking
baby in her arms waiting to welcome
the father. The little village seemed
full of women and children, and a
healthy, hardy looking set they were.
The sun was quite low when we viewed
Castle Rock, rendering it even more
weird in appearance. 1t is a massive
pile of rock hundreds of feet high, and
looks like the pictured ruins of some old
castle, hence its name. We watched
the sun set and the last glimmer of day
fade into nothingness, and sighed to
think sightseeing was over for that day
We took the narrow guage at 1880 p. IN.
at Grand junction. We were up by
daylight the next morning ready to view
the beauties of Black Canon, which we
entered about o'clock. The scenery
through the canon is rather awe-inspir-
ing, but think all the adjectives in the
English language were exhausted in our
efforts to express our admiration. Huge
rocks hundreds of feet high lowered on
either side, and great powders would
project out over the track seemingly
ready at any moment to fall and crush
us. The rocks W re varied in color and
of many queer shapes. At times the
rocks would diminish in size on one
side OF the canon, then we would have
view of many-hued foliage, queer look
ing plants and few wild flowers. The
Colorado river wends its way through
this canon, and is q beautiful stream,
sometimes smooth and calm, and you
can almost imagine you see the noun
tain trout sporting around, then again
rushing over rocks, bubbling and whirl-
ing and in haste to be gone.
Just after leaving the canon old Sol
made his appearance and gave us the
benefit of his sun-lit countenance. A
clear sunrise is always beautiful, but
viewed, as we did that from mountain
with no moving object in sight except
our train and its passengers, and no hab-
itation near, it seemed to possess even a
greater grandeur. Perhaps we were in
clined to regard it that way because our
views OF the sun were usually taken
some time after he made his first appear
ance. Running a road successfully
through this region is certainly a great
piece of engineering and mechanical
skill. The road winds in zig-zag fash
ion up the mountain, sometimes form
ing almost perfect horse shoe. There
were three loups at one part of'the road,
and in making the ascent we could look
back and see the track in three different
places that we had passed over. We
passed through miles oil snow sheds and
pine forests. The mountain is covered
with tall pine trees. Before entering
the Arkansas or Grand Canon, an OBJ
servation car was attached to our train
and we all took seats on that, which en-
abled us to get much better view of
the canon. This canon is even more
beautiful than the Black Canon-the
rocks higher and more varied in color
ing.
A Scotchman on board the car went
into ecstacies over the scenery; said we
had no ancient ruins or castles to boast
Of, but our natural scenery surpassed
anything in Scotland. The highest rock
in Grand Canon towers 2,100 feet above
the track. We passed over the Swing
ing Bridge, also in this canon; it is
swung from the rocks on either side,
and has no support from below. Mar
shall's Pass is the highest point reached,