36 WILD FL0W1':RS of COLORADO. 



down, we went so fast that I felt mdch as the school-boy docs on 

 his sled with a o-ood long icy hill before him : "Look out there, 

 boys, I'm coming ! " 



I forgot to say that when we left Denver our destination 

 was Cimarron. The reputation that i)lace was beginning to have 

 for hunting and fishing decided the men. It was a run of four 

 hours from Marshall Pass, and we arrix'ed there in time for a 

 good dinner. We side-tracked the car and made preparations 

 for remaining the rest of the thirty days. Cimarron is a grand 

 place. It is at the head of the Black Canyon. A wilder spot 

 could not be imagined. There is little in the way of buildings, 

 aside from the hotel and railroad houses, and as for "turnouts," 

 it boasts of one good mountain-wagon and a team of horses that 

 are faithful and sure — not to run away. 



The owner of this outfit, Mr. Smith, is as "sure" as his 

 horses, and never yet has he allowed any giddy young man to 

 take the reins. On our arrival we were informed that if we 

 wanted the services of Mr. Smith we must enoaiic him at once, 

 as he and his "rig" were in demand. Dick, accompanied by the 

 men, started at once to find the leading man of the place. 



As we entered CimarnMi I had seen something purple across 

 the river from the car window. So, taking my box and stool, 

 I went in search of it. After a short walk I found a foot-bridue. 

 Crossing over I was well rewarded, for the "something purple" 

 was a fine bunch of Gentian. I selected this one from the wealth 

 of flowers on the one stalk. You will observe that I have driven 



