The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1900-01-18
FROM NEW MEXICO
T. B. Lyon And Wife, formerly OF
Kenosha, Touring in the
Sunny Southland.
HAVE AN INTERESTING TRIP

H1SC0r1c scenes ana PlaceSttuu new
Mexico and writes Back to his Friends
in Regard to This Beautiful, Health
giving Climate, = A Visit to the Pueblo
Indians and the Home of Cliff-Dwellers
We clip the following from the South
Bend, Ind, Co1umb ian Banner of Dec.
Is. Knowing it will be of interest OF
Kenosha county readers, as Mrs. Lyon
is former resident, being daughter
of F. r. Snyder, of Pleasant Prairie.
Ration, N. Mex, Nov. 7, 1899.
Mr.. Editor:
When it became apparent that in or
der to pro1ong my earthly existence, it
would be necessary for me to become
permanent resident of this wild
western country, there was a sort of
"Dreyfus" feeling came over me and
I hesitated not little before, accepting
the sentence that Prof. ingalls,, after
careful examination, gave me-''go to
New Mexico and live or stay here and
die; but, after mature de1iberation,
will be long time dead. So here
am, having happily regained by health
and strength, thanks to the revivifying
effects of this mountain climate, and,
strange as it may seem to you, as it did
to me, we are perfectly contented in
our new home and rejoice that we can
live in this land of perpetual sunshine,
if the people are trif1e on the order Of
poca tempo.
What do we do to pass away the
time? Why, bless you, this is the very
hotbed of sociabi11ty, on account of
this being a mild climate and with such
an invigorating atmosphere people
live largely out of doors, and this &C
counts for the almost universal fred
nose'', so noticea BILE on the faces of the
local inhabitants. -.
About the first week after tender
foot arrives, he is invited out to dinner;
that is, to picnic out in the mountains
where lunch is served OH the ground,
with fine Mocha and Java steaming hot
from the camp fire. And the next
thing he knows he is making arrange
ments for summer outing of two or
three months. There are very few
people here who do not go camping for
from two weeks to as many months
during the long summer and to per-
son who has never been out, let ME say
from an experience that it beats all
kinds of medicine as a reviver of the
vital forces.
Well, before we hardly knew it, we
had caught the contagion and had
promised to accompany a camping
party on two months trip through
Colorado, and so, in fu1f11ment Of our
agreement we set out on August I'd in
our covered spring wagon with a full
camp equipment, together with three
other similar outfits and the train
somewhat resemb1ed a lot of Oklahoma
boomers, barring, perhaps, the yellow
dog under the wagon.
The first days trip took us up Red
River canyon and through the vast
pine forest of that region and for three
days we wandered up and down, most
ly up, stopping the third night on the
top of Costi1la hill, where the wind
blew blue b1azes and the cold air right
off thesnow-capped peaks not far away
was so thin it made a fellow pant to
keep still and any exertion was almost
prohibited. That night we were favor
ed with concert by pack of coyotes
and if there is anything more hair
raising or b1ood-curd1ing than a mid
night serenade by band of these fell
lows, have not yet met it. la
The next few days were spent on the
little trout stream called the Costi11a,
on account of the sickness of one of
our party, but the time was well occu
pied by the rest in fishing, hunting
and taking snap shots of the beautiful
mountain scenery around. 1t was at
this camp that l proved my elegant
craftsmanship, of which [ had inces-
sanity Dragged. On bright morning,
while wandering up a side canyon, |
heard some stones rattle down the hill
ahead of me, and thinking l was in
close proximity to huge grizz1ey, my
hair began to raise and strange streaks
began chasing up and down my back.
Dodging behind tree, [ was planning
a rapid retreat when the thought oc-
Cured that had better ascertain the
exact position of the enemy; and so,
sunmoning up all my courage,
peaked around the tree, and to my
great establishment, saw another lion
in similar attitude, peaking around
another tree some twenty PAGES away.
Well, can't tell just how it happened;
it must have been an accidental dis
charge of the gun; at all events, after
the smoke of battle had cleared away,
it was a mountain lien that lay dead,
and his skin now adorns our cottage
floor.
Our sick man having recovered, we
again chit the road toward the great
trout stream, the Correjos river, where
for nearly three weeks we fshed and
hunted up the river for distance OF
fifty miles, and in so doing we met
with all kinds of mountain roads, some
so bad that we had to dig a ditch for
one side of the wagons to run in to
keep them from sliding into the river,