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cific has set such store by. The town is nil — nein — 

 nix. A few log huts, a small brick church, a dozen or 

 more frame-shanty stores, and stumps and fallen trees 

 galore. 



But the attractions are there, and they are attrac- 

 tions, too, with no nonsense about them. " Whatever 

 the company has advertised to perform, that it will 

 perform, or your money refunded," would apply very 

 well. The luxurious C. P. R. R. Hotel, about two 

 miles from the station, newly built, superbly furnished 

 and lighted, spacious, comfortable and well kept, is a 

 "number-one" drawing card. A sanitarium, a few 

 pretty, small hotels, glorious drives among glorious 

 mountains capped with everlasting snow, a park, 

 twenty-six miles long by ten miles wide, embracing 

 parts of the Bow, Spray and Cascade Rivers ; the Hot 

 Sulphur Springs, the Warm Sulphur Springs, bridle 

 paths and walks up the various peaks, and the un- 

 rivaled landscape all aglow with the brilliant tints of 

 its autumn foliage, make a combination of attractions 

 that has already proved strong enough to draw tour- 

 ists from all parts of this Continent and a great many 

 from Europe as well — a fact that the register at the 

 big hotel fully attests. 



My choice in this list of attractions was to take a 

 warm sulphur bath and then scale a mountain. Now, 

 isn't it unique to take a bath in an enclosure open at 

 the top, where the white caps of the mountains are 



