The St. Johns herald., 1892-06-09
JOttings by the Way.

City. Before Steamlng out Iduy and gentleman entered the palace sleeping car. In speaking to one of the porters he said: "This lady will travel alone, and trust that you will extend to her any little fla vor you can to make her trip agree able" "On this line we work fur pay, and favors are granted on that condition only," replied the porter. His conduct, in every particular, proved him to be a truthful man, to say the least.
 The night is dark, and fitful gusts and flashing rain, gives feeling of loneliness. Being somewhat weary we soon retire for the night. Find no fault with our bed, but hear a lady in one section say something to her husband about finding the soft side of a rock. But some peo- pie would not be satisfied with their heads half off.
 Reaching Pueblo, Colorado, after about twenty-six hours ride, we stop over for the II 20 train the next day. After good nights rest, we return to the commodious waiting room, where we find a well-spread lunch counter. Breakfast over, have nothing to do but wait for the train. Others arc also waiting.
 That little lady in black, with light fluffy bangs, two male atten- dants and a poodle, leading the 'dear doggie," for whose fare, she assures, friend she has paid $10O. The band on his neck is adorned with tiny bells, which send out sil- very chimes, no doubt musical to the ears of the devoted mistress.
 The sad looking lady is just re- turning from the funeral of her son who died in the asylum. That rosy little three-year-old keeps his fond mamma busy following him up, 10 see that he gets into no mischief. Now she gives him some "nice med icine" for she knows mammals darling is sick"
 Here comes the circus. The clowns riding in twos, on gaily decked horses, themselves robed in fantastic style, all glittering with tinsel; while the sedate old elephant marches slowly alone, swinging his trunk from side to side. The lions, tigers and bears are drawn through the streets in their cages. Many carriages follow, last but not least comes the band enlivening all by its lively music.
 Now we are all aboard the Den yer and Rio Grande Railroad. The conductors and porters are the em- bodiment of affability, which we are prepared to fully appreciate, and we settle down on the cushion ed seats with feeling of comfort unknown under different circum- stances.
 Anon VIC reach Canyon City which stands at the entrance to the Grand Canyon of the Arkansas,an is one of the oldest towns in Colo rado, the county seat of Fremont county. Just beyond the city the D. & R. G. enters the canyon, the narrowest part of which is known as the Royal Gorge. After entering its depths, the train winds slowly along its serpentine way, hugging closely the huge granite cliffs on one side, while the river dashes along in its mad career on the oth- CT; the already narrow path becom- ing more narrow at every step, till the Grand Gorge is entered. Look ing upward, from the deep abyss, between the perpendicular granite wall, 1000 feet high, unbroken by tree, shrub or flower, may be seen a narrow strip of blue, whose rest ing place seems to be the mighty cliffs.
 All nature is silent. Not even bird may be seen to enliven the sol itude. The awful silence is broken only by the iron horse and the rush.