The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1898-07-29

peculiar giddiness experienced
by the stranger on the slightest
exertion. Our friend the saloon
keeper also told US, between
times of dispensing sandwiches
and warm beer at .'two.bits'' q
glass. that only one out of five
babies born there were able to
live more than two months, and
that the cats all died Of fits.
Well, we have left Leadville
going out over Tennessee Pass
the highest point reached be-
tween the two coasts, II, $40 feet.
We are over the divide going
down the mountains at the rate
of nearly 300 feet to the mile.
until we come to Red Cliff where
we see the Mount Of the Holy
Cross, upon whose bosom the
snow white emblem of Christian
faith CLEANS with bright splendor
against the azure sky. The way
farer at last realizes that he has
reached that height around
whose summit splendid visions
rise
Beyond Red Cliff the Eagle
River Canon opens to the view
at first comparatively widesex.
panse, later more narrow, walled
in on each side by cliffs of varied
colored rocks, whose lofty and
apparently unsusmountable sum-
NIT bears the dark baroness OF
the pine. Admiration and awe
at this stupendous work of nature
takes possession OF the mind when
suddenly their emotions are
over-shadowed by wonder and
almost incredulous surprise at
1.-THE daring of man, for there
above US on our right. perched
liked the nests of heaven-scal-
ling eagels rest the habitations
of men-the town of Gilman
These are the shaft houses and
abiding places of adventurous
miners, who, having climbed
these cliffs, pick in hand, have
here discovered rich veins of the
precious metal. which being
blasted from its matrlx. is con
veyed to the railroad track, 1000
feet below, by a most ingenious
system of tramways and endless
steel ropes. There is something
very impressive in the sight Of
these frail cliff-perched dwellings
and the shaft-penetrated, tunnel
pierced rock peaks suggest ire
sistibly the tabled cavernous
| labyrinths of "Kor." Nowhere
can the traveller find a more in
teresting and instructive illustra-
ton of mine methods than is here
presented by the shaft-scarred
sides of Battle Mountain and the
plnnacle-perched eyries of Eagle
River Canon. On down through
the valley of the Eagle, at sun
set, we fly. Gradually the valley
narrows, high bluffs hem us in
on the left, the river is close to
the track on the right, and its fer.
tile banks suddenly change into
a tumbled, twisted, black and
blasted expanse of scoria. The
few hills on the other side of the
stream are also black, an inheri-
lance of fire, the waters under
the black banks and rejecting
the blackened trees, take on a
swarthy hue-a stygian picture
Just beyond, a distant glimpse
Of fertile country, and the clear
waters of the Eagle are lost in
the muddy current of the Grand
and a Canon greater in extent
and more varied in character
than that of the Arkansas which
opens before US. AS the tram
Ispeeds rapidly downward,
the mountains on the horizon be-
hind us seem to rise upwards to-
ward the zenith as though the
miracle of creation was being re.
peated before our eyes. Soon,
however, the distant mountains
are shut out and only the sky
above, the river and track be-
meath and the cliffs around are
visible, and here begins PIANO.