St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1896-01-19

the gravel river bed, choking one an
other In the exuberance of their growth.
spring up, one may say, all the plants
IN the classification of the botanist.
oak, poison oak and walnut are the
principal trees. An attempt to emu
merate the smaller plants would be
Iolly. Every color and character of
vegetable may be found by any one
VINO has the requisite assiduity TO hunt
FOR 1T. The Californian has long since
learned to laugh at the tenderfoot who
asks foolish questions, and the tourist
VINO is not botanist had best keep
MS inquiries to himself, and trust his
guide for that personage's purely pro-
fessional assistance.
The flora of the cavern are perpetual.
but in the winter and spring months
their beauty is more gorgeous than at
other seasons. The almost oppressive
silence of the place is relieved by the
cry or gaudy tropic birds, the buzz of
insects and the hum of a million bees
that extract the sweets from hundred
sarletles OF flowers. Black against the
Slclllan blue of the section of sky above.
now and then floats huge turkey buzz
Zard or laps an eagle bound across the
mountains. [ rode through this canon
one DAY In May, unattended, and SO
heeh was my sense of the loneliness, so
utterly helpless and hopeless did 7 feel
imprisoned in natures grip. that I
hugged my horse for companionship.
ana Kissed his hairy nose in my supreme
want OF something familiar to NV
everyday life. Acquaintance with the
canon, however, will cure this ill. and
It's unspeakable beauty and grandeur
VIII more than make up for lack of
commonplace things and people
hign up in Rustic canon, around turn in
the road and in the very midst of it's wild
ness ana mountain solitude, in q nook on the
mountain side, lives Samuel Carson, son of
the famous Kit Carson scout soldier Mo
neer, American. For twenty years the old
man has been buried out of sight and out of
mlnd IN this more than hermits retreat. He
mas Few acquaintance and no friends save
tne dozen and more dogs-setters. pointers
spanlels and Observation-Disclosures lie around
ms shack and stable, or feed from his hand
on the meat he has killed with his gun Like
many sons of great, original men, Sam Car
son IL no fashion or form resembles his
1athers propensities, except in his inalien-
aDle love Tor nature in her widest express
slons Did he care to visit San Francisco he
would there ind many milionaires who
would entertain him lavishly for the love
they pear the memory of his llustrious faith
er. he might go East and make fortune on
the lecture platform or be lioniZed in the
drawing rooms CT Chicago and New York
and II he were not in love with his gloriaus
canon II might be that he could be a vogue
Tor the London season and drink magnums
OF champagne with the Prince of Wales. But
Sam Carson is as much of a puzzle to the
the West. He prefers the deer on the
range to the drawing room, the ultra soli-
tude OF the canon to the populous city. and
the gurgle of the mountain brook to the
applause of the mob
Tall and thin, but rugged as the 1.-the
peaks hat leap into the Sky about him.
hunter drawn by Cooper and Reid. He never
knew days illness and never will. His
taking off will come some night when he
lies down to sleep in the mountains heart
and SUMMERS forever nj the hunting
son the old man works a wee bit of a ranch
in the canon and sells the product at Santa
Monica But he despises this one link that
binds him to civilization and would as soon
abandon it not.
The interior of his hut is neat and sug-
gestive of his lineage. Here are gathered rel
les of his celebrated father, which should be
worth much to any museum of American his
tory. He will tell you glibly of Kit Carson's
romantic expeditions among the Indians; of
his marvellous deeds as scout; of his Won
derful trail across the continent over which
the hardest and most courageous pioneers in
history travelled four months, crossing three
ranges of mountains, to reach the land of
gold with its lustrous climate, and which is
now traversed in three days by the locomo-
tive and the Pullman palace car; Of Kits ia
nous journey over the mountains driving a
flock of sheep before him into California, a
feat that has never been equaled in mount
aineering; of his mastery diplomacy with the
wild tribes of Arizona and the north; of his
indescribable fearessneSs and marvellous i'm
perturbability in Drawing alone whole band
of bloodthirsty and ineffably cruel savages
and conquering them by dint of boldness and
sef-confidence; of his rare qualities as hun
ter and a trapper which were greater than
those even of the great Boone.
Yes" he said to Sunday 1 dined
with him, at his invitation 1--WE ate spitted
quaiD, 1.-The old man a sharp shot and
had plenty of spunk, too. I never knew any
man as bold when it came to doing business
with the Indians. He might have owned pref
ty nearly all the land for miles en- both SIDES
OF the big divide, but he never was much OF
grabber. -
There's one man in Santa Monica-Jm
Cowdry. of Missouri-who knows Sam Carson
well. you couldn't get Sam Carson out CT
that canon Jim said to me one day, with
a log chain. He'll die there surrounded by
his dogs and Wen bury him in the side Of
the mountain"
And Jim tells you true. M A. l.,