10 IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 



glance take in on one side the grand outlines 

 of Cheyenne Mountain, 



" Made doubly sacred by the poet's pen 

 And poet's grave," 



and on the other the rest of the range, over- 

 looked by Pike's Peak, fourteen thousand feet 

 higher than the streets of New York. Do this, 

 and you will come as near to realizing Camp 

 Harding as one can who is hundreds of miles 

 away and has never seen a Colorado camp. 



Do not think, however, that such camps are 

 common, even in that land of outdoors, where 

 tents are open for business in the streets of the 

 towns, and where every householder sets up his 

 own canvas in his yard, for the invalids to sleep 

 in, from June to November. The little settlement 

 of tents was an evolution, the gradual growth 

 of the tent idea in the mind of one comfort- 

 loving woman. She went there seven or eight 

 years before, bought a grove under the shadow 

 of Cheyenne, put up a tent, and passed her first 

 summer thus. The next year, and several years 

 thereafter, she gradually improved her transient 

 abode in many ways that her womanly taste sug- 

 gested, as a wooden floor, a high base-board, 

 partitions of muslin or cretonne, door and win- 

 dows of wire gauze. The original dwelling thus 

 step by step grew to a framed and rough-plas- 

 tered house, with doors and windows en regie. 



