The Press., 1895-07-04
Number IA.

man mended his coat with the jaw of a moose, Medicine Hat, and Old Wives' Lakes, &c. At Medicine Hat the mount ed police appear in their red coats, high boots and spurs. in imitation of the police in England. Now the Rockies, 15O miles away, loom up, @ magnificent line of snowy peaks extending far along the ho- rizon.
 On Sunday morning, June 9th, we awake to find snow mantle upon every thing-steam pipes in cars heated, etc. On Monday following, before leaving berth, and as the sun was climbing up the golden stairs of the east, we arrived at the foothills of the Rockies, O! so beau tiful! Along we go with them upon eith- CT side, for you must bear in mind that Dame Nature has left vale right in the mountains midst for the iron horse. How can describe those foothills They really appear like brown stone houses piled promiscuously as far as the eye can see in front and rear, with their emerald base and brown peaks above shaded into gray, and all tipped with snow made rosy with the early sunlight, rising in successive tiers of sculptured heights to the snowy range behind, for these are but the steps to the vast ca- thedrals that stand beyond The wide valleys change into broken ravines, and far away skyward we behold the snow- capped peaks of the Rockies against the blue. The gap is reached, and we have left the steps for the mansions them selves. We are within the mountains. On the right are castellated heights; on the left are massive snow-laden promon- tories, rising thousands of feet, pene- trated by enormous alcoves, in which haze and shades of gorgeous coloring are just by our sides-often apparently with in touch. Here the conductor came in, and we began to enquire the names of some - Kicking Horse Pass, etc., etc. "Why," said he, "put on your wraps, and I'll take you out to the observation car " Mine went on double quick, others fol lowing. How can find language to ex- press the beauty? In an open car one can observe all around and upon both sides. The grandeur, the awful sublimi- ty, no pen or brush can paint it Every turn is fresh mystery ome nameless mound seems to stand before us; few minutes later we have encircled and left it far behind. How magnificent grows the prospect! As we deepen into the mountains new vlstas of endless peaks roll away, tinted with rose and pink and silver, as the sun lights their snowy tips. It is an unbroken mass of castles, ca thedrals, &c., of mountains. Specimens Mt. Stephen, 5000 it. high, 500 it. through By it's side is Mt. Cathedral pointing higt in the heavens. No end of similar ones Again here is the monster Field Mt. named for Cyrus w. Field. We hold oul breath and fe6i our inslenIacanCe. ". have continued to ascend, until our alti tude at Bauff (the station for Rock. Mountain Park is 4,5OO it., above tn, level of the sea. Still we ride througl some 600 or 800 miles of this grand scene ". We go around the mountains cling ing to them on one side, while from thu other we look down, down fathoms be low, around curves, through tunnels, uI Bear Creek, where we are steadily rising an hour, over trestle bridge 295 it. abov' the water. Next the great glacier, vas plateau of gleaming ice, as large, it fl said, as all of those of Switzerland com bined, and again Sir Donald (named afte Sir Donald Smith), naked and abIup pyramid rising more than a mile and { half from the railway, while we are our selves 4, ,122 it. above the sea level. Nov we begin to descend, and turn a loup making huge figure 8 on our track. w. are now in the midst of canons, ravines Assures, streams with rocky islands crossing the Columbia time after tim' with it's boundless scenery, until one Il gorged with grandeur, and really too tired to "enthuse."
 Soon we reach the Cascade Mountains and, in fact, we are not out of mountains from Monday morning till Tuesday noon when we reached Whstcom, where
 wired L. B. L.-I was provided for at Sc attle, my first change from Boston, anc was due at Tacoma at 8 p. m.
 At Tacoma left the car, and my son in-law appeared. Tacoma is a land o roses-roses in every niche. A huge bo quet of "Gen. Jacks" had been left fol me before I came. My little grandson 24 years old, whom had never seen, was one of the first to greet me. He went tc a little birthday party yesterday, from