90 IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 



spite of the resistance of his rider, forcing me 

 to rise and decline closer acquaintance. One of 

 the melancholy procession was loaded with a 

 heavy camera, another equipped with a butterfly 

 net ; this one bent under the weight of a big 

 basket of luncheon, and that one was burdened 

 with satchels and wraps and umbrellas. All 

 were laboriously trying to enjoy themselves, but 

 not one lingered to look at the wonder and the 

 beauty of the surroundings. I pitied them, one 

 and all, feeling obliged, as no doubt they did, to 

 " see the sights ; " tramping the lovely canon 

 to-day, glancing neither to right nor left ; whirl- 

 ing through the Garden of the Gods to-morrow ; 

 painfully climbing the next day the burro track 

 to the Grave, the sacred point where 



' ' Upon the wind-blown mountain spot 

 Chosen and loved as best by her, 

 Watched over by near sun and star, 

 Encompassed by wide skies, she sleeps." 



Alas that one cannot quote with truth the re- 

 maining lines ! 



" And not one jarring murmur creeps 

 Up from the plain her rest to mar." 



For now, at the end of the toilsome passage, 

 that place which should be sacred to loving 

 memories and tender thoughts, is desecrated by 

 placards and picnickers, defaced by advertise- 

 ments, strewn with the wrapping-paper, tin cans, 



