The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-09-06

springs, Tor the motel here is entirely
too genteel an affair to be confused
with mere sanitarium. But still the
malaria-ites and the rhematics do come
here and do leave their crutches behind
the door, and the malarial germ goes
out of the blood, whether from the ice
on the mountain or the heat of the
springs this deponent knoweth not.
Suiflce 1t to say that a bath or two
daily at 10 Fahrenheit and a glass or
TWO at meals somewhat cooler does
build up the lame and the halt and the
crippled, and he does not have to wait
Tor an angel to stir up the water either
A genial Irishman, for a quarter a
path, will attend to all the prelimna-
RES And the waters are becoming bet
ter known every year, and, of course,
the Canadian Pacific Railroad will
nave to provide for the increasing
number of invalids who come to test
their efficacy
A Day at BanH.
Some curative there certainly is here
Whether in the baths, in the climate,
or in the change of scene, in meeting
people of all nations-which makes
one feel the fresh vigor of life. The
citrate is that of 5000 feet above the
sea, and north of the 49th parallel. fine.
dry, and rarified cool at daybreak,
warm in the middle of the day. and
very overcoatish at night 1t SHOWS on
the top of the mountains almost daily,
just for a little while. The ethereal
clearness of the air, the freshness and
purity of the ozone pouring into your
lungs makes you forget the debility and
depression of the seaboard. The effect
OF this climate and these hot springs
on malaria and all of it's pains and
aches can easily be imagined. Then the
motel life has a charm of its own, with
It's people from everywhere The no
tellshness" of the ordinary fashiona BILE
watering places does not exist here. Let
me tell how the days roll round. In
the morning before breakfast there is
the bath in the sulphur birthstone, and
that delightful comparison of pains and
rehearsal of Improvement which the in
valid loves. After dip at 105 Fahren-
heit of course there is a rest. Then
What shall We do to-day?" is the aft
er-brealxfast question. First, we must
go and say farewell to the departing
tr1end-going hence to every part of the
known world That is the sadness of
it all, few days friendship with pleas
ant people, and then the hotel gives up
its guests to the Canadian Pacific Rail
road, and in twenty-eight hours the
Canadian Pacific Railroad gives them
up to the steamer at Vancouver going
eastward. In the departing crowd are
authors planters of New Zealand and
Australia, officials in all England's is
lands of the Pacific, high dignitaries in
church and state, politicians, states
men, preachers, ambassadors, and a
vast crowd of plain, everyday tourists.
My barber showed me to-day the
photograph of a young and ambitious
limited States HUhn IN
study the Philippines and then tried to
thrill the listening Senate" with his
elOquence upon his return. q won't
particularize him any more, lest some
one might discover him. He brought
his photo to the barber that he might
see how to cut his senatorial hair, and
the barber kept the picture and tells
the story of the fray. This particular
senator is very young.
When the bus has rolled away
with friends, then there is the
bright, beautiful sunny day to be
attended to! A vast variety of oc-
equations to choose from. One may
move around the verandas of the hotel
with the circling sun, simply sit there
and enjoy life, gazing up at a whole
amphitheater of blue, hazy mountains.
Or, if inclined for more energetic life.
there are Swiss guides waiting to lead
SOu " NHc lOp VI any one OF a score
of peaks whence you can look down
upon dozen different valleys, all beau
tiful with lake and stream. If this
seems too vigorous, then, rod in hand.
you can follow the milky-green waters
of the Bow river to tempt the brilliant
trout and grayling. (The adjective
milky green" is deliberately used, for
all rivers from glaciers carry down in
ffnitesimal particles of the grinding ice
and ground. rock which make them
both green and milky and opaque) Or,
perhaps, you are no disciple of Isaac
Walton; then, while 1 pity you, still
you are not left without occupation.
Mountain ponies stand ready to carry
you everywhere, to the National Park,
where roams as gentle as a lamb the
majestic buffalo and lordly moose; to
the hot springs, domed in cave under
the mountain and entered by a tunnel;
to the museum where a beginning of
the fora, fauna and minerals of the
Rockies has been made; or, If more adj
venturous, then to the top of some high
mountain like Mount Cascade, that you
may look over peaks unnumbered and
unnamed, and valleys picturesque and
beautiful. However the clear, golden
day is spent, it is joy to have lived
so near the heart of Nature. c. H. S.