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sights without seeing them. I believed what I 

 heard never were such grand mountains ! 

 never such soul-stirring views ! never such hair- 

 breadth roads ! I believed and stayed in my 

 cottonwood grove content. I knew how it all 

 looked ; did I not peer down into one canon, 

 holding my breath the while ? and, with slightly 

 differing arrangement of rocks and pine-trees 

 and brooks, are not all canons the same ? Did 

 I not gaze with awe at the " trail to the grave 

 of H. H.," and watch, without envy, the sight- 

 seeing tourist struggle with its difficulties ? 

 Could I not supply myself with photographs, 

 and guide - books, and poems, and " H. H.'s " 

 glowing words, and picture the whole scene ? I 

 could, I did, and to me Colorado was a delight- 

 ful place of rest, with mountain air that it was 

 a luxury to breathe (after the machinery ad- 

 justed itself to the altitude), with glorious sun- 

 shine every morning, with unequaled nights of 

 coolness, and a new flower or two for every day 

 of the month. 



If to " see Colorado " one must ascend every 

 peak, toil through every canon, cast the eyes on 

 every waterfall, shudder over each precipice, 

 wonder at each eccentric rock, drink from every 

 spring, then I have not seen America's Wonder- 

 land. But if to steep my spirit in the beauty 

 of its mountains so that they shall henceforth 



