The Alamogordo news. (Alamogordo, N.M.) 1899-1912, 1900-02-22
ALAMoGORDO. new MEXICO. THURSDAY FEBRUARY 1000

pages OF the ledger OF time, and before
the vision rises a picture OF the old
water-mlll In the days OF its usefulness
surrounded by group OF half-ciyilized
Redmen, some going, others coming,
each unloadin from his sleeping turro
or shaggy Indian pony, rawhide bag
Of maize or wheat, which is TO te ground
under the watchful eye OF the good
Jesuit father who first taught tie idola-
trous savage the art OF agriculture by
Irrigation. We are awakened from our
reyerie by the conductor, who tells us
to look down the canon. And what a
viewl Below can be seen the iron trail
turning, twisting, now going through a
deep cut now eros sing the canon on a
high bridge. down, down. A grade
that makes one dizzy TO contemplate
Far to the westward can be seen the
spiral-like peaks Of the great Organ
range, rejecting an early mountain
sun. Beneath this inspiring back
ground spreads the great wayy sea of
gypsum white sands, which, for countless
centuries has been carried hther and
yon by the wind storms of the plains, its
destiny known only to great Creator;
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engine belches forth a cloud of smoke
and cinders, and by noisy effort, slowly
draws its burden up very steep grade
and grinds around sharp curve. The
tain passes thr3ugh pretty little
orchard, IA homesteaders cottage in the
background. The trees are hanging
full of big, red apples, though it is the
first week in November, and Jack Frost
in the air. At this point we get the
first real view Of the plne-clad Sacra-
mentos. Along the top of the range a
great bank Of white mist moves slowly
southwark, seeming to bury itself la the
giant forest. Along the rainbow-tinted
fringe of this cloud bank, the pine and
frs were draped in white. 1t was snow
ing on the summit-at Cloudcroft On
our right lay the fertile Fresnal valley.
the mountain side beyond dotted with
the log cabins of the homesteader.
Almost every foot of this wonderfully
productive little valley is in cultivation,
and while we ride along its border, snow
falling on the mountains above, fields of
oats, standing six feet tall just turning
golden, wave in the sunshine. We
hear the buzz of machinery, look down
as we pass little shingle mill, whose
motive power is furnished by water
fall, which drives turbine wheel The |
canon widens, and in the foreground |
is seen Fresnal-better knows as Woot. |
ems. 1t is an ideal spot for beautiful |
home. The residence is set on a hillside |
almost under the overhanging crags,
and commands splendid viw of the |
valley and lower mountain ranges. |
Only few yards above the house is the
famous Wooten springs. 1t is the |
largest spring of pure soft water in the
entire Sacramento country, and could |
easily quench the thirst of the Yuma |
desert. A few PAGES from this rnagnili- |
cent flow OF pure water, rises another
spring which is so impregnated with |
sulphur that strong gas is thrown off |
which can be noticed several feet away. |
An analysis of this water proves it to be |
an invaluable remedy for all kidney and |
liver troubles, and some very remark I
able cures of rheumatism are claimed |
for it, Leaving Wooten's, our train |
turns directly across the canon, turns /
again and skirts along high, steep
hillside. In the canon below are seen
small farming plats, where
are raised the famous Sacramento
mountain Irish potatos that would make
Saint Patrick shed tears of joy; celery
so sweet and crisp that it.. would make
an oyster jumpoff its haIfshell; cabbage
large enough to supply Dutch picnic
with sauer kraut; beets that would give
the sugar trust the ague; and turnips
galore. The shrill whistle of the engine
echoes down the canon, the brakeman
slams the door and yells, "Tobar-r.r-
ganF' Every one grabs for their
bundles in the hat-racks and we are at