The Republican journal., 1921-02-24

hinder whenever l thrust my hand in
and unex pectedIy come in contact with
it. And oh, saw magpies flying about.
Buffalo Bill's last resting place is on the
top of this mountain.
One Sunday while in Denver l attend.
ed the Unitarian church. When coming
! out, pleasant-faced, white-haired gen.
tleman spoke to me who proved to be
Bostonian, and in talking with the min
lister of the church, whose name l have
forgotten, l found that he knew and re-
GREETED with me the untimely death OF
our old Belfast boy-Rev. Frank Gilman.
From Denver | went to Colorado
Springs and while there grew quite lnti-
mate with Pixies Peak. 1t always made
me gasp with pleasure and surprise when
| crossed certain street and found Pike
standing there in front of me in all flkes
grandeur and majesty.
And then the Garden of the Gods,
''Manitou' and the "Cave of the Winds.
The narrow, crooked paths in the cave
the guide likened to the streets OF bos-
ton, which of course put me on the de-
fensive, and at the same time discover
that one of the gentlemen in the party
who were "doing" the cave at the same
time, was from Cambridge, Mass. l am
not going to saw "the world is small. -
1t is no such thing
commenced this letter with the idea
of only telling you about the K. G. nurse
in Colorado, but my mind is too full OF
these wonderful pictures to limit the let
ter to that. want to tell you about SO.
Cheyenne Canon, where those red rocks
on each side of the drive rise to the
height of 900 and 600 feet. Think OF
driving through a forest of rocks and
boulders instead of trees. And Seven
Falls, where Helen Hunt Jackson found
her "Inspiration Point" and where she is
buried. And then | went to Boulder
with her wonderful canons and plctur-
esque Arrapahoe Mountains.
Beautiful Colorado, l certainly LOOK
forward to seeing you again in all your
wonderful beauty, but next time without
the snow. November cuts you off from
so many interesting trips.
am enthusiastic about our western
country, but not less so about our own
dear New England Our White Mts.
with their wooded tops are certainly
beautiful, but quite different from the
bare, bald pate or peak of Pike and Old
Badly. 1t is the difference between
youth and old age. You know on these
Colorado mts., there is line where the
growth of timber stops, and above the
timber line the mountains are bald, as if
age had thinned Their hair. Have you
ever been through the 'Lost River" IN
No. Woodstock, N. H?
Quite as wonderful on a much smaller
scale as the Cave of the Winds in Col
orado. 1t was about five years ago that
| went through the Cave of the Lost
River, clad in jumper suit, which they
furnish there at the camp. 1t was quite
exciting 1t seemed as if, at this point,
the earth had been turned outside in.
After going down into the bowels of the
earth by ladder, there you find little
river flowing along, with the most de-
lightful little beach, and the water so
pure and clear, you are invited to kneel
on the beach and drink. And there were
all the freaks of nature, named as they
are in the ''Garden of the Gods, =" "guillo-
tine" "cake of ice in the refrigerator"
ETC., etc.
In the Cave of the Winds the guide
pushed button and electric lights flash
ed on. The Cave of the Lost River was
lighted only by pieces of birch bark
which the guide took from his belt, light
ed and threw on the rocks. In some
places we had to crawl on our hands and
knees, and in others, slide down wet
rocks feet first. One place is called
the Lemon Squeezer," and people
beyond a certain size were eliminated
from this path. My size allowed me to
60 through without getting Stuck, but
when we reached the Santa Claus act,
and were asked to practically climb
chimney, feared that l was doomed to
remain forever in the Lost River. We
had to step on the bent knee of the guide,
and then reach up to rock above and
pull ourselves up, while the guide took a
firm grasp on our ankles, and pushed!
was somewhat tired, as we were near the
end of the trip, and had, but quite re-
Gently, been discharged from an hospital,
my strength seemed insufficient and l
said, II can't pull myself up" The
guide answered, "You must" and he was
right, if was to return to the light and
sunshine above, for certainly could not
slide up wet, ten-foot rock, which l
had slid down, and there was no other
way out. How true it is that we often
can do what we must, although it may
seem impossible before we try.
1t seems the guide sized our party up
before he started with US and decided
that we could do the stunts The Lemon
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