The Forrest City times., 1901-10-04
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or iocOmCtlVe, baggage, mali, smoking, day, cafe, sleeping and observation coaches, elegantly furnished and equip ped. We wish 10 acknowledge our selves greatly pleased and benefited, and placed under lasting obligations to MT. w. F. Steriey, Assistant General Passenger and Ticket Agent of the Ft. Worth and Denver City By Company, Gy the numerous and keenly enjoyed pleasures of our trip over this and the Colorado & Southern Railroad, for be it remembered that this handsome train goes through from It. Worth to Denver over the tracks of the two above mentioned roads, without change and with few stops, d distance of something like eight hundred or a thousand miles from 9:15 o'clock a. m to o'clock ?. m. on the following day. It is one of the hands nest trains in the United States. and was loaded to it's entire capacity with pre- eious human freight We had stop over privileges at our pleasure, but made only one stop-at Colorado SprngS-the prettlest town in all the
 West. Here We spent day, taking in Cheyenne canon and the Casino,
 Mauitou, Garden of the God s, Pike's Peak and all the sights in general,
 though We did not go through the gar
 den nor on top of the peak, having done both and included the Cave of
 the Winds, upon former visit several
 years ago. Many of our editorial friends will remember that at that
 time the writer had greatness thrust
 upon him, when lie was requested to
 sing to a phonograph, which he did,
 and the song was afterwards reproduc-
 ed in all-{On account of its brilliant
 execution )-well, we don't know where
 else, but we do know we heard ourself
 sing as others beaN Us, and we haven't
 attempted anWhing in that line in public since. And the next morning,
 too, there was more fame The morn
 ing paper-The Rocky Mountain Newsstand our picture standing there
 singing into that funnel. And the | picture looked as much like us as it did 1 like Billy Patterson after some one hit him, or a Billy Goat, or any old thing. for that matter, and we haven't stood
 or sat for a portrait since-not if we ! knew ourselves.
 But to return to "The Denver Road y We have said what magnificent train l It IS, that which goes daily to and from Denver. But we have given the reader
 only faint idea of its luXuriousness; and thnS surrounded we were rolled along over mountains and plains.
 and through some of Gods most pict- l uresque handlwork. the grandeur of which appails our mind. and which we are utterly unable to describe. We
 stopped at Denver only few hours, sufficiently long, however. to note the
 contrary to our note of Ft Worth. Denver, when last We had seen tue
 place, was suffering from the demone 1 tlzation of silver. The great silver ] producing state was paraly2ed with
 fear; industrial progress had ceased. ! commercial centers were stagnant and
 men cursed the government on street corners, in hotel lubbys aud in pubic
 and private places. The town was dead It had come to a standstill.
 These were the impressions made upon visitors during those trying times Bu.
 things have changed. Denver is in full bloom now. The wheels of commerce
 and industry are buZZing. The streets of the city are crowded with a busy.
 hustling populace. Everything looks c.ean, enterprising, prosperous, and
 the people seem happy and contented
 The president was deeply mourned in that city. whereas before. another's
 name and portrait, exhibited at the atrlcal performance, was jerred at and hissed.
 Sixty miles out of Denver, over the
 Union Pacific, We arrived that evening
 at Eaton, a small town situated in the heart of most magnificent farming
 region. And here it was that We look.
 ed in wonder and opened mouthed astonishment at the crops. It looked to Us as if the farmer should have to buy or lease ground upon which to stack the hay, wheat and oats, so boun- tifully had they been blessed. Irish potatoes, too, were the finest crop we ever saw. We can scarcely impress upon our readers the truth of this scene. It is really case where truth Is stranger than fiction" These i'm. mense crops are made with scant toll, and are the result of proper irrigation. Rain is almost an unknown quantity. sol Tar as crops are concerned, and there are thousands and tens of thousands of acres of fine farming iuud the ,'8- Na.