WILD FL0\VI:RS of COLORADO. ](.) 



quiet, hut listened attentively to all Mr. Smith's descriptions, 

 storing" them carefully away for future use. 



The road follows closely the Cimarron rlx'er. It is a pretty 

 stream, the water clear as crystal but very swift, making hundreds 

 of little waterfalls as it ruslies on its way to join the grand 

 Arkansas. 



We had reached the summit of a long hill, when Mr. Smith, 

 turning to us said : " Do you see that long log house yonder, off 

 to the right, there ? Well, that is the place where the Meeker 

 women were secreted ; and to save their lives and the lives of 

 many others, poor young Jackson was gi\'en up to the Indians from 

 th: t very house." By this time we had reached the place. It is 

 a one-story log house, having the appearance of rooms being 

 added from time to time until the house and stables have become 

 close neighl)ors. It is deserted now, and rapidly going to decay. 

 At one time, before the railroad ran through this j)art of the 

 country, it was an im[)ortant stage station. 



The place, to me, who a few \ears ago had read of these 

 women and the mart}-r death of Jackson, ^\•as siu-rounded w ith 

 interest ; and I could picture those hcli)less women (leeinu- there 

 for protection. 



Growing near the house I found this bunch of golden asters. 

 I have given you only the top of the branches. Thex' flower, as 

 you see, on the extreme end. This launch grew very tall, three 

 feet high, I should think. The leaxes are small and slender. 



While I was making my sketch, the party alighted, and, 



