The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-06-28

door runs right past it, and the two
unite few yards further down. The
Mora is rapid and noisy as the Pecos,
and both are filled with the much famed
mountain trout. AT first / remarked a
number of times that l couldn't see
why Colonel Murdoch, Judge Slus5 and
Charley Smythe went so crazy over
trout fishing. for / called it poor fun, "
but have found to catch one has much
the same effect aS a taste of old wine-it
makes you very anxious for another. To
date | have cooked 213. but least our
friends should think we have developed
alarming appetites I will add we have
Mr.. Albright and his partner with us,
and every person that passes at or near
mealtlme expects TO stop and eat, and we
have Germans, MeXicans, Americans and
Englishmen. Everybody within twenty
miles calls himself a nelghbor. Our
house in a tiny little valley; with high
mountains on every side, one rising right
from our back door, and the only open
space IN front. y few hundred yards
below. two mountains seem to come
together, and the entrance he closed by
another. Our altitude is about eight
thousand feet-so high as to keep me
from sleeping-so that | have looked
upon tie scenery at all hours of the night
and certainly | never saw such a beauti-
full scene as | looked upon one night
about two o'clock a. N. when the moon
was full. The river gIittering like a
silver ribbon, the noise of the water
rushing along sweet as music. The i'm
mense pine trees standing like giant
sentinels. The silvery light of the moon
shedding a soft sheen over every thing,
making wierd beauty out of everything.
1t would take a poet to describe 1t.
There is considerable history written
on the walks and drives of our house
such as fishing party records. One
party caught / $3.50 fish in fourteen days
in July, the best fishing season.
One fellow has written, "There is a
land of pure delight-and this is the
place" One ough, to be happy here,
and "leave dull corking care behind,
and presume could if pleasure alone
was their object, but when one is in
search of health, and each day marks a
rise or fall, loss or gain, care sits at the
helm still.
To show how literally ''out of the
WORLD we are, it was Wednesday before
We learned who was the nominee for
president, and Friday, for vice-presi-
dent.
Twenty-three miles from a postoffice
with our mail brought to us on "Mexi
can rapid transit" is new experience
There is one thing indigenous to New
Mexico that | am in love with-its sad
eyed, long haired, friendless, patient
burros. Yesterday the Shields family
t,i fhn ntn;u hot
shuts us out from the world behind us.
We rode two little gray burros-Jerry
and Riley. No respectable burro ever
walks beside another, but meekly follows
literally in the tracks of the other. If
one steps on hard rough place, his COM
panion strictly plants his feet in the
same place. l pioneered the way land Mr..
Shields followed with our baby riding
behind (but strapped in place.. We went
up, up, over road that could not inn
agine how it was ever thought possible
In the first place to make road In such
a place, where a mis-step would plunge
you down hundreds of feet into the rush
ing river below, but you know that your
life is not exactly in the hands, but GER
tainly in the feet of your trusty burro,
and after little you lose all feeling of
fear, and when you reach the top of
some seemingly inaccessible peak you
look down upon a scene that well repays
you for the climb.
Coming home about shutdown we sud
denly come within sight of a deer-of
which there any number around here.
We are promised by neis hber six
miles away ''who is laying for bear"
bear steak very soon
DAYS that are comfortably warm, but
never hot, filled with the lazy, Indolent
life common to people whose motto
seems to be POGO Trimpo-''after while,
or pretty soon."-our widest excitement
watching drove of sheep CT goats go by,
or fishing, with nights always cool
enough TO sleep under almost four
blankets, purest of water to drink,
purest of air TO breathe, we are still
hoping Mr.. Shields will regain his health.
Next week we are planning to go to
"Big Badly" the highest mountain in
this range. We can see its snow-capped
top. which is 900 feet high, and above
timber line. 1t Is twelve miles away,
and we plan to take tent and stay
about a week, visiting various canons.
We have two flags and a lot of fire
crackers, and our crowd being equally
divided in politics, we will ratify both
and celebrate the glorious
Fourth in at least loyal manner, and
try and forget that we are wanderers
from home and friends. More anon.
ELLA GLENN SHIELDS.
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