14 IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 



be a part of me ; to inhale its enchanting air 

 till my body itself seemed to have wings ; if to 

 paint in my memory its gorgeous procession of 

 flowers, its broad mesa crowned with the royal 

 blossoms of the yucca, its cosy cottonwood 

 groves, its brooks rushing between banks of 

 tangled greenery ; if this is to " see Colorado," 

 then no one has ever seen it more thoroughly. 



The " symphony in yellow and red," which 

 " H. H." calls this wonderland, grows upon the 

 sojourner in some mysterious way, till by the 

 time he has seen the waxing and waning of one 

 moon he is an enthusiast. It is charming alike 

 to the sight-seer whose jaded faculties pine for 

 new and thrilling emotions, to the weary in 

 brain and body who longs only for peace and 

 rest, and to the invalid whose every breath is a 

 pain at home. To the lover of flowers it is an 

 exhaustless panorama of beauty and fragrance, 

 well worth crossing the continent to enjoy ; to 

 the mountain lover it offers endless attrac- 

 tions. 



Nothing is more fascinating to the stranger 

 in Colorado than the formation of its canons, 

 not only the grand ones running up into the 

 heart of the mountains, but the lesser ones cut- 

 ting into the high table-land, or mesa, at the 

 foot of the hills. The above mentioned cotton- 

 wood grove, for example, with its dozen of dwel- 



