Sierra County advocate. [volume] (Kingston, N.M.) 1884-1960, 1894-09-28
SHE LANDED AMID MUG
GETS.

Miss Doria Kemp is one OF the
luckiest young women in the
world. She went out TO sketch in
the hills of Old Mexico, and while
looking for brook fell into a nest
of gold nuggets. She jumped
from poverty to comparative riches
in the twinkling OF an eye. Her
find nstteo her $9,T00. Miss Kemp
is now In Chicago on her way to
Paris, France. Ehsre she proposes
TO study art in the hope OF becom-
ing great painter. She was In
Charharipari, little settlement at
the mountains foot, ak days hard
riding from any railroad. She
says:
"Thers vas some magnificent
scenery near this quiet little place
of about 300 souls, and | passed
many a pleasant day sketcbi ng. !.
In this fashion a mouth passed,
and it became very monotonous'
and | began TO think OF going
somewhare where / might be
among white folks. The only
English speaking persons there
were Miller, landlord of the little
hotel and a little quaint Italian
who was a handy man for the
more psetentious shops. One at
ternoon started out from the
town With my sketch book under
my arm, and soon came to a
rolling, rather steep hill. Curious
to see what was beyond went up
and over its brow. Before me lay
one of the widest scenes | had
ever seen before or since.
"fhe tall orchard trees stood
close together. slanting down the
hill, the tops OF ths last ones fad
ing into the misty blue that filled
the basin of the canon The in-
tersections were filled with q
twiniDg, twisting mass of under
growth, from which grew all sorts
of rare and beautifully colored
flowers, while on the sides of the
two hills to the left, standing ont
in a menacing splender, were
rocks Of gigantic size. The sound
of q stream came to me from the
depths of the blue below. Ii
sounded tempting and / started
for 1t. As / vent on down the
sides tore my skirts on the jag
ged underground, but kept on,
and marking my way by break
ing low limbs, soon came in sight
of the stream, and was turning to
make my way to the left to find q
slant that would take me to the
bank of it, when I foand myself
sinking down and down. reached
out for something to clutch, but
something always gave way, aud L
finally landed on a sandy bit OF
beach 10 little cove that the horl-
zontsl wall OF the mountain's base
made at the edge of the stream. l
was not hurt. Ny fall was grad
ual. / had fallen through a growth
that covered the side OF the hill
above me fully thirty feet. l
scanned the sides of the rock that
made the coFe. There was no re-
treat that way, looked down the
stream. There was waterfall
not ten feet away, whose distance
| could not measure, but it seemed
as il it was 3 great deal. Up the
stream it seemed as bad, the water
was fully thirty feet across and
Al
looked deep, although here at the
edges it looked shallow enough.
but the sharp projection of stons
stood we'll out into the water and it
meant a wade Of proportions ! had
yet to ascertain.
Il secured from the hillside a
sinuous vine and msde a rope.
fastened il to q solid point OF the
rock. and then. as it was early,
sat down to sketch the canon. !
recliped on the sand with my back
n the hillside. While contem-
Mating the view / ahsently picked
MP some pebbles and threw them
into the water, One OF them !
hsnnened TO notice as held it IN