WILD KLOWI'RS OF COLORADO. ]ij 



quiet, l)ut listened attentively to all Mr. Smith's descriptions, 

 storin<;* them carefully away for future use. 



The road follows closely the Cimarron river. It is a pretty 

 stream, the water clear as crystal hut very swift, makin*;- hundreds 

 of little waterfalls as it rushes on its A'ay to join the j^rand 

 Arkansas. 



We had reached the summit of a loni;- hill, when Mr. Sn^.ith, 

 turninij^ 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 ui) to the Indians from 

 that very house." By this time we had reached the place. It is 

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

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

 close neighbors. It is deserted now, and rapidly going to decay. 

 At one time, before the railroad ran through this part 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, was surrounded with 

 interest ; and I could i)icture those helpless women fleeing there 

 for protection. 



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

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

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

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



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



