The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-08-01

icuudi ioId, ara cilltal cDcEr I'M a
vassal. This may be well from a So
cialist poin. Of view, but il doubtless
accounts to some extent for the thou
sands Of idle men laying around Lead
Vile, Cripple and other mining towns
who brace people for the price Of a
pork chop, and claim to have ruined
their eye sight looking for work that
dollar in their pocket would feel like
cord of wood.
.Journeying northward along the
Santa Fc Pacific, from the southeast
crn boundary Of Colorado, may be seen
the choicest farming lands Of the west.
Vast plains, extending from the foot
Of the Rockies southwark to the arid
plains Of New Mexico and Arizona
have within three or four years been
converted into prolific farms. Though
it seldom rains in this section, bitches
leading from the Arkansas River have
been extended as far as a hundred
miles into the interior, supplying wa
ter in all seasons.
Continuing northward toward Colo
rado Springs, while yet seventy miles
away, can be seen the snow crowned
crest Of Pixies Peak towering above
the city to an altitude Of nearly three
milcs-a sight for the gods. I felt
that Bryan's lines on Mount Blanc
would be appropriate here.
The surrounding valleys and plains,
garbed in green, are limitless ex-
panse, fccked here and there with
gold; these accks of gold, however,
being stacks Of brilliantly colorcd
alfalfa hay, and the green represents
broad fields of bects. A million dol
lar plant has been erected at Rock
Ford for the purpose Of manufacturing
these beets into sugar, which, when
placed by the side Of that made from
cane, none but an expert can discrim-
mate. These Elysian fields become
biz prosaic when you inquire for the
facts.
But Pixies Peak is grand-ninc
miles from the city. You 90 up on
steam cog road. l stood on top Of
that mountain and struggled for breath.
The Garden Of the Gods is not the
least attractive of Colorado scenery.
The gods look grimly from the foot
hills Of the Peak, meath the protect
ing ;cgis Of whose shade they serenely
rest. Huge bouldcrs Of rock, in life
like form, one draws but lightly on
the imagination to give them the per-
feet features Of mammoth monsters of
forgotten ages. Some coiled on mas
sivc pcdcstals stare with brazcn ef-
frontery; some disport in acrobatic
fcats others are engaged in deadly
hand-to-hand conflict, and one hideous
looking demon stands aside, his face
distorted by tho malicious leer and
grin Of an horrid devil-as if he knew
OF and gloated in the calamity about
to befall for, apparently, the gods,
in tho midst of some fearful orgy,
looked all simultaneously on the Head
of the Medusa and became transfixed
the instant, and, as in that instant of
WICKED aarousai, remain to this day
monuments to their own folly and un-
righteousness. Poor gods Obsolete
in their Office the stalwart cred Man"
no longer knoels to them in supplica-
tion against the savage encroachments
of the pale-face; the foul hand of
mammon hast invaded the sacredness
of their precincts, converting it into
museum for the curious, and the
goddess kodak fiends vie for the shame
of portraying them to the irreyerent
gaze Of man.
By-the-way, Colorado will cast her
vote for Bryan. Hurrah for Bryan
CLIFTON A. Brown.