The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-07-18

zero, Mexico, June 18th, 1897.-On leaving
ing good morning from old Sol as he
touched with his magic beams one noun
tain top after another, but his continued
presence on our journey through the foot
hills compelled us to prolong our dinner
hour under the shade of an oak tree, near
a collection of huts called San Maltine
From here we climbed straight up the
Sierra Madre del Sur, like goats, over
trail So rugged and perpendicular the
horses could not, for hours, find a spot
level enough to stand on for breathing
spill. 1t was not nice travelling for horse
or ridtr until the shadows of evening be-
gan to fall on fairer country and evil
dence OF human habitation.
The approach to Tempanticlan was
beautiful and picturesque and filled with
up in these almost inaccessible mountains,
an old city of Spaniards, whose ruins were
so ancient that out of the stone walls of
the church trees we're growing. We pass
ed over mountain stream on a mass i've
bridge whose substantial masonry wa
still in perfect shape, and around the
town was stone aqueduct still carrying
along its limpid supply of pure, sparkling
water. The largest ruin was an old plant
for DEMONSTRATING" metal, showing the use
the Spaniards had for this town i'll the
Sierras. The streets were solidly paved
with fiat stone, and there were several
dozen rock homes occupied by more
tia unusually shiftless, lazy lot of Mexicans.
But even these could not spoil the picture
of moss-grown ruins, luxuriant foliage,
emerald-g green grass and rushing streams,
"Guadaloupe." who lad entertained Mr..
Reed on a previous trip, gave us fine
supper, all the time regretting that Tenn
panticlan offered us such poor fare, and
after coffee in the morning and with our
morals full of mangoes, bananas and
oranges, we set out on our last days ride
with "home" at it's termination.
While our first days climb over the
Sierra Madre del Sur was the most diff
cult and dangerous, the second and last
day was by far the most interesting and
pleasant. There were not the grand far
Away ''vistas" we Toasted our eyes on
while going over the main chain of the
Sierras because here in Guerrero the noun
tains piled up all about us in every direc-
tion but these mountains did not need
distance to make them beautiful. Our
way lay over the ruins of what had been a
we'll built, rock paved road made by the
Spaniards to enable them to carry their
ore down to the "beneficiating" mill at
Tempanticlan.
The way was a bower of foliage, and
every tree bloomed. The color of these
tree blossoms were in vivid yellow, pure
white and purple, and the shapes were
chiefly like those of the pither plants.
We thought we had found patches of
ion the leaf and bloom proved to be I'm
known to us. AS we neared our own
group of mountains we saw that thick on
the branches of all the trees, air-plants
were comfortably ensconced, sending up
from their coronal of dainty spines, rare
and gorgeous flowers. 1t was the luxu-
rance OF tropical plant life growing in the
purest, freshest mountain air that ever
filed pair of lungs. Mountain springs
were at every turn and we were never out
of the sound of the music of falling water
and the sight of dainty cascades just
forming with the beginning of the rainy
season.
At San Nicolas del Orc, our post-office
and market place, we stopped for dinner
and then hurried on, like the old Span
iards, to seek our golden nest still higher
up.
On little spur from one of the highest
of the grand old Sierras, Pena Grande, we
deserted our mining camp, a collection of
newly.thatched houses, looking very pic
turesque on their tree-coVered shelf and
very saucy at having the aerial clouds un-
der foot and limitless sea of blue noun
tains spread out for perpetual but ever
changing picture.
But these same white, heecy clouds that
look so ETHEREAL can hold large amount
of moisture, and are something like wet
blanket when they rise up from the lower
heights and enter in, unlimited, at the
open doors and windows.
1t is the rainy season, but we have man
and beast sheltered, and the rain falls al