Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-05-11

| counting your heart beats, not knowing | whether death turks in a snowslide round | the next curve or hides behind q loosencd | powder q mile ahead.
 You'll never forget that ride, the scen- | cry, the atmosphere, tho sky like sapphire | tho noise of the foaming cataract, the clat- | ter Of tho horses hoofs on the hard, smooth | road, tho shouts and Spanish oaths of tho | driver
 Ho is g dandy that onc with his leather | boots cnd his ''shaps'' or leggings of buck
 skin dr;:,77n to his thighs over his corduroy brecchcs jipCling with silver ornaments
 and filled wish leather fringe, with his | corduroy coat and scarlet vest, and sOnl | brcro as big as one of his wheels stuck on
 the back of his head and Q cigarette and profanity issuing from his mouth. You'll
 never forget him nor tho way he glanced
 at you from under his heavy lids as ho
 sent those horses flying down to sec if you were game and not to be ''phased" The road is superbly constructed, as solid
 as the rock from which it was blasted and
 as smooth as a floor. In some places it cost the modest sum of $40, GOO q mile. Here and there you sweep along you ] pass a cabin of roughly hewn logs and see a typical group gathered in front waiting to see the stage pass. Strong sturdy fel- | lows picturesque in their very untidiness, guns within reach, hands ill pockets, pipes in mouths It gives you queer sensation
 when you sec fierce faces in close proximity to guns, and it is at such moments that tho experienced tourist begins to tell the exact state of his emotions when he was held up between Rico and Ridgeway. With an Uncrring fidelity to details, ho describes the ride, just such piece Of
 road as this" The surprise, the command
 to halt the order to throw up your
 hands, his feelings when he was looking down "13 inch water main" only two
 inches from le3 nose, and various other
 cheerful and reassuring minutiae
 Tho toll road passes through the Red
 mountain mining region, one of the most
 famous of the world, and if you can forget
 the gloomy canyon that yawns below,
 seemingly ready to engulf you, and the
 lawful avalanche' that may brew dcstruc-
 ton in tho way, and the road agents who
 lie concealed in the woods yonder, you will
 enjoy many interesting sights. You will
 sec tho tiny burros, called canary birds'
 in this country, loaded with huge blanks,
 toiling up to the mines, patient little creatures, plodding along half hidden un-
 der their burdens, pcering out with dull,
 enduring eyes You will sec entrances to
 gold and silver mines on every hand, and
 when you reach tho great Uncomphagre
 canyon, where the roadbGd has been blast
 ed from the wall rock 0f the gorge, you
 will gaze upon scene second to none in grandeur and sublimity. This three hours
 stage ride is an education in itself, and when the lovely town of Ouray is reached,
 with no bones broken and your valuables yet in your pocket, and the driver brings up his foaming panting stceds almost on their launches, you arc well satisfied with the forethought which has given you 0 trip through the Rockies before the pass ing of the staEccoach into innocuous des- uetude. EDITH SESSIONS TUPPER.