Across America; Or, The Great West and the Pacific CoastRusling, James Fowler
History
Across America; Or, The Great West and the Pacific Coast
Rusling, James Fowler
Overland journeys to the Pacific; Pacific States -- Description and travel; West (U.S.) -- Description and travel
We left Denver one bright September morning for Central City and the
Mines. A stage ran daily, but wanting to travel more leisurely we
went by ambulance. Across the Platte, and over the Plains again for
fifteen miles, brought us to the mountains and Golden City, just
within the foothills. Clear Creek dashes through the "city," a broad
swift stream, furnishing fine water-power for several mills already,
with plenty to spare for more. Coal, iron, lead, copper and kaolin
were said to exist in the mountains adjacent, and this water-power
was therefore justly esteemed very valuable. Four or five miles
farther on, the mountains seem to close up--a solid rampart--before
you; but suddenly the road shifts and at Gate City, through a
narrow rocky cañon you again pass on. The road here follows up a
diminutive mountain stream, crossing and re-crossing its bed every
few yards, and by a very sinuous course slowly makes its way forward
between abrupt masses of red and purple rock, that everywhere seemed
to block its progress. Farther on, the hills open out, and wild
currant and gooseberry-bushes appear, with pines and firs here and
there--many charred by former fires. The road gets wilder the farther
you proceed, and the mountain views become more and more superb.
You catch glimpses of the great Snowy Range from time to time; but
after awhile you cross the first range, and then you have the great
white-capped Sierra almost always before you. Three peaks there are
especially superb--Old Chief, Squaw and Papoose--their white and
glittering summits flashing gloriously in the sunshine. Sometimes
we got long views of the Snowy Range, for miles on miles; and then
again, deep down in some wild gorge, its rocky sides would suddenly
expand, and there would stand these three grand peaks projected
against the clear sky, framed in like a picture. A right "kingly
spirit throned among the hills," Old Chief seemed to be keeping watch
and ward over these Rocky Mountain fastnesses in solemn and solitary
grandeur; but the Yankee and the miner had been too much for him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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