Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-01-02

Tor dinner. ~ .it 10 snlled here,. but
we were somewhat ditmayed facing .
new day, to be told that there was
nothing for breakfast but caldo. These
places W have bread. They do not
n what 1t Ia.
Breakfast at z O'Clock.
It was 2 o'clock In the afternoon
when we finally secured u breakfast
for there was some disturbance on foot
when we passed Cachira. and we de-
ctded not to stop but to toll on over
main there for the rest Of the day. to
rest. The trail between our stopping
place that first night and FL Tambor
10 n of h most beautiful stretches
OF road / have ever seen. Fol miles. as
We climb. we have the view OF tho
Cachira river ever before yes On
1t comes. plungtng and roaring down
some gulch. its narrow gorge shut in
by high cliffs. far distant peaks break
ing the outline of it's course Into this
tangle of crags and precipices. the sun's
rays flash. here and there. touching in
to gold a mountain side. leaving the
gulches and ravines in deep shadow. A
sudden u brings US upon a more
subdued mood of the mad little river.
Here 1T stretches itself out and courses
over rapids. deep Swallowed by q wealth
OF tropical foliage. These mountain
streams are never anything but tenn
pestuous. and it Is this that makes
them so dangerous to ford. Yet in one
little valley the Cachira river gurgles
along 80 quietly that men were daring
to balance themselves on the stones
and fish. Stalwart Indians without q
shred Of clohing! Not even a hat in
the party! And q hat is considered the
most indispensable article of clothing
because it protects the head from the
sun.
Beautiful Scenery.
Long after we left this beautiful riv-
er and commenced more precipitate
climbing up q ravine. we could look
Dack through the opening in the for
est. made by the trail. and catch a
gnmmer of its waters dancing in the
The ravine was wonderful
more dense than 1t was beautiful.
Masses of ferns encroach upon the path.
g network OF tangling vines overhangs
the way. straight slim trees. so feet to
their lowest branches. rise in thous-
ands on all sides. The shade Is so dense
as to be heavy and humid. We felt as
oug we had plunged into another
world when we gained the summit Of
this hill. and stumbled on rapidly down
on the other side Of the mountain
where there was no foliage. The rays
OF the midday sun wreaked their will
upon US but we kept on until we had
crossed another stream. skirted a for
est. and toiled up another mountain side
to Ell Tambor.
Thought Chickens Dead.
During the four days on the noun
seemed rather to enjoy the travel than
to suffer much from 1t. But the last
league of this day. after Mr.. Williams
had gone on ahead to have a meal pre-
pared for us. to be ready when we ar
rived. both Of the tired little travellers
decided h a they had had enough. I
was Obliged to take little Margaret in
my arms and have the man who had
beer carrying her hold Newell on his
Durro. Even SO We were repeatedly de-
layed by Newell sitting flat on the
roadside. in he blazing sun. and de-
ciaring that he would not remount UNI
til he could have a drink and go to
sleep. We carried boiled water. but it
was more than warm. to a the least.
and afforded little relief to parched
lips. We accomplished the climb at
last n reached Tambor. although we
were so long about 1t that MI. Williams
came back to see what was the mat
ter. The chickens Jared worse than
we. Ihey did not gel in until after 3
O'Clock and then it vas decided that
two OF them We're dead. None of them
could stand upon their feet. However.
cool water was thrown over them and
they We're placed in a dark room. The
next morning they were all alive and
all but two We're able to stand up and
eat. There was little heart in us for
mounting the next morning. But it
had to be done and we felt that the
sooner we could reach Bucaramanga
the better.
Panomara Of Beauty.
Every morning, when we open our
street door, here in the Bucaramanga
country. we are treated to a fasci-
mating panorama Of wOndrous beauty,
the morning sun lighting up the noun
tervals we have climbed up and down
the Andes mountains for some a
now and have seen all shapes, forma-
lions and sizes OF mountains in the
varying changes all hours OF day and
night. Yet h most wonderful scenic
effect aver witnessed we found at
Tambor. There is no village here.
The Inn sits OF the crest OF a noun
tain. hiding under a still higher emf
nence behind 1t, which serves as q
back ground and facing a valley at its
feet at a distance of half q league OF
sheer descent. Beyond this valley lies
q succession OF tumbling peaks rolling
into higher ranges in the dis
lance. That morning the clouds had
dropped down into the vale, filling 1t
completely. A great billowing sea Of
foam met our enraptured gaze where
yesterday We had forded streams and
picked our way over stony paths. Be-
yond the sea rose enchanted castles.
golden palaces, fo%rbidding f-ortresses,
all the essentials OF fairyland itself.
Thanks to a good kodak, we carried
awa a photograph of this scene,
though, lacking tints and colors. the
print can never be as transcendently
beautiful as u mental picture OF the
phenomena.
PART VI.
From Tambor we wound down to