BOULDER. 
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of land which stretches between them and the 
older States. 
Boulder, Mr. Maxwell’s chosen home, was one 
of these latter places. Its location is beautiful. 
To the average tourist Colorado means Denver, 
and I am afraid there is a chance to imagine 
something of a jealous spirit between it and Boul- 
der, inasmuch as Denver does not see much more 
that is attractive about it than New York sees in 
Boston, and therefore tourists have not visited it 
so much as some other spots ; but, notwithstand- 
ing such an unfortunate lack of appreciation, its 
scenery is magnificent. 
Twenty-five miles northwest of Denver, Boul- 
der lies at the base of the mountains whose foot- 
hills there rise abruptly from eleven hundred to 
two thousand feet above the plain, and hold be- 
tween their precipitous sides some of the wildest 
and grandest of gorges. 
It is true, its inhabitants cannot see the storms 
gather and break upon the mountains’ snowy 
peaks, nor watch the play of forked lightning 
about their cloud-capped summits, so far away 
that not an echo of their deep-voiced thunders 
reach the ear, though they must jar the rocks 
among which they vibrate. The village is too 
near their base for that, but it is not too near to 
have the clouds rest like a cowl on the tops of 
its guardian cliffs — to have them, as they grow 
