Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-09-10
pavilion. Lemonade served by the
ladies of the Sturgis Episcopal church

lect your partners for Coming through
the Rye waltz" There seemed to be
hundreds dancing at once and not one
with clouded face. Next morning
we unwilling left this sylvan spot, TAX
ing our hosts with us to visit Dead
wood. Here we were joined by DIR. w.
e. Adams, prominent physician and
citizen of Hot Springs, and DIR. Rob-
bins of Farragut, Iowa.
We found Deadwood the liveliest
place imaginable, with it's business
houses closely packed at the bottom of
Il canyon through which runs dirty,
little stream, coming from Lead City;
but fortunately the business houses
turn their backs to the stream and face
the cottages perched in tiers above on
the side of the canyon. Vacant lots,
upright instead of horizontal, are ad-
vertised for sale. The streets of Dead
wood were full of men, many of them
millionaires, at least they were doing
nothing, and not woman to be seen.
The women living there must be angels
for without wings the pretty cottages
seem unapproachable. Deadwood has
need of many angels, but we we're not
invited to remain. While passing
through the Bullock, very comforta-
BILE hotel, we saw trunks from England
which had Travelled through all the
principal cities of America; and later
we learned that deal was about to be
closed by which two and one-half mil
lions of dollars would be invested in
mining property adjoining the Home
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Leaving Deadwood at o'clock on
the Burlington up the beautiful Spear
fish canyon. Through this canyon we
zigzag back and forth for distance of
81 miles to reach Spearfish, only 13
miles from our starting point. We
seem to turn round and round the
canyon uutil sometimes we can see
three of our tracks over which we have
passed beneath us, the lowest being
1,5OO feet below. There are five or six
mining towns between the two ends of
the line, nearly all resting in recesses
of tributary canyons We finally
! reach the highest point of Bald Noun
tain and while unloading explosives
for the miners, take in long draughts
of pure air. We find the flowers more
beautiful at this height than the prai-
rie flowers. White and purple asters,
blue bells and pink lark-spur grow
close to the railroad track, while red
raspberries grow on rocky ledges,
tempting young misses to climb for
them. We see openings of mines in
all directions, connected by system
of narrow guage railroads. call it
system because at some places we see
six tracks on different levels. Cone
bearing pines, fragrant in the sunshine,
grow all over these mountains, yet oc-
casionally we pass grove stripped of
leaf and life by the forest fire. We
reach one mile of road costing 100000,
where we seem to jump across chasm
from one peak to another, jumping six
iron bridges before we reach the
end.
At one place through gap in the
mountains we see the prairies of South
Dakota, blue like the ocean, while Bear
Butte stands like an island in the
midst of it. From the top of Bald
Mountain we need no engine, the
brakes alone control us as we start
down grade chasing the merry
stream. We haven't time to see in all
directions, but the conductor stops ut
the Falls and allows Us time for sight
feast. We cannot help wondering
where the water comes from that keeps
tumbling down the canyon, and as We
go onward we pass two OF three small
tributaries, whose leap to the main
stream, if not equal in volume, is
greater in daring, and which we would
like to gather up and take home to the
children.
Near the end of our journey we
reach the pictured rocks, resembling
churches, castles and animals and all
so perpendicular that ascent is impos-
sible. Suddenly at turn in the can
yon we come out on the open plain to
find ourselves at Spearfish, north of
the Black Hills.
We reach the hotel at 6 o'clock to
learn that we have an invitation to
take supper with some cowboys at Tom
Mathews roundup" Declining the
invitation on the strength of our ap-
petite, we visit them later, going in q
tally-ho coach. Mr.. Tom Mathews
kindly entertained US and in the alb
sence of most of the "boys" showed US
the camp equipments. Toward mid
night we were serenaded by the aboys"
at our hotel and the songs were inter-
luded with u cowboy yell, quite differ
ent from the college yell, but lust as