St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-02-10

miles west of Los Angeles. and now the
only typical Spanish ranch in California
has been made forever famous by the
tragic pen OF our compassionate novelist.
For thither Mrs. Jackson went to find
her surly Juan eau, her cOquettisll
Margarita, her atfectionate AleSandro,
her hot-blooded Ramona and her sun.
kissed Salvierdarra. She was not con
tent with visiting that place in ilnaglna-
.ton, as LongfelloW visited the Falls of
St. Anthony. She was too much OF a
reaHst not to visi The actual ranch. and
her book has made the place haunt for
happy tourists ever since. Yet this
ranch of Sonora Morena, with all its
romantic and poetic attraction, has little
interest compared with the country
round Helen Huh's home.
Dr. Holmes used to say that even at
the age of eighty he received very per-
cloud floating in blue ether. Natures
glowing beauties from the rich region
of the Springs must have impressed
themselves deeply upon the sensitive
soul of Mrs. jackson. Colorado Is
famous for its color, and nowhere is
thatcolor deeper or more beautiful than
i'll the Garden of the Gods, near COL
orado Springs. The garden. like one OF
r the old masters. must, be seen in suit
able light, and from proper distance.
Those who have had the good fort
une of seeing the famous freaks
of nature as eXemplfied Ill the
Garden of the Gods are not surprised
that so many cross the continent to see
it. The bluest OF blue skies bends DER
it, mountains lock it on the north and
west. canon cuts it off on the south,
and sandstone walls it in Oh the east.
The gigantic pillars of its enormous
gateway pierce the skies to the height
of $50 feet. Even the Unpractlced eye
may easily see in the rock formations
resemblanceS SO striking as to recall the
lion, the tiger, the bear, the seal, the
camel, the hippopotamus. besides nu-
merous specimens from the vegetable
kingdom. | do not know vino named
the rocks, but one huge boulder is
called Ben Butler, and another is
named the Irish Emigrant.
Some other source beside the splendid
scenery Mrs Jackson saw every day
must account for the minor key in her
life. Yet that strain of sorrow enabled
her to describe almost ferceiy the ter
rifle sadness which sometimes Expresses
the Indian.
Near the home of Helen Hunt is an.
other neat town, ManiLou Springs, hal
lowed by the philanthropic footsteps of
this queen of letters. Long ago the In
dian had great faith i'll the curative
properties of the waters of this place.
and today the white man follows the
past example of his red brother by
drinking copiously from these soda
springs. In the grand canon OF Mani
tou there is probably the most wonder
full product of nature i'll the whole
world. l do not mean the natural
architecture of the concern, although
that is marvellous enough; Irefer rather
to the musical stalagtites = the two
stalagtite organs as they are called. Our
guide played several familiar airs by
striking the stalagtites with stick, and
thus brought forth his notes with almost
as much ease as good OrganlSt plays
his Sunday Credo. Our guide and
Organist took care to inform us that
This is the only country III the world
as grows organs" Many a day the
gentle feet of Helen Hunt took their
weary way through Ute pass, the origi-
nal wagon road which opened the way
TO the rich silver mines of Leadyille.
But Pixies Peak is looking down
upon us frowning for recognition.
we are said to pride ourselves upon the
size of our inconsistencies; we do
pride ourselves upon the hight OF our
mountains. And there is no mountain
more worthy Of our admiration than
cherished her sad day dreams. Its glist-
mil m hnrElU lOwRrInp
anon mildly benignant peers down upon
us from its friendly height Of four
teen thousand feet, making US poor
mortals in the valley appear like
so1nany pigmies. Gen. Pike gave this
glorious peak its name as far back as
1906. The adventurous railroad running
up the mountain side opens to the gaze
of the astonished tourist a scene OF
singular beauty. This grand panorama
almost forces one to love the railroad,
the great typical achievement of our
age. Altogether it is easy to under
stand why so many people say that Col
orado Springs. made famous by Mrs.
Jackson, is the one town not lacking ill.,
terest between Colorado and the Pacific
slopes.
But the Mecca of the literary pilgrim
remains to be mentioned. 1t is what
was once the grave of HelenHunt Jack
son. That graves near a canon in
the shadow Of the Cheyenne mountains.
The mountains themselves are nat-
ural monument to this gifted woman
just as the immense boulder oyer the
grave of John Boyle O'Reilly III Holy
hood cemetery, Brookline. Mass, is
natures own memorial to Gods noblss
man. She loved nature with quietly
intense passion hardly second to that of
Chaucer, aud almost every fine
day found her ia tbs solitude Of +