Glimpses of America: A Pictorial and Descriptive History of Our Country's Scenic MarvelsBuel, James W. (James William)
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Glimpses of America: A Pictorial and Descriptive History of Our Country's Scenic Marvels
Buel, James W. (James William)
United States -- Pictorial works
But we have now reached the backbone of the divide and our train starts
down the western grade, circling like a hawk out of the sky. Over
immense fills, through deep cuts, across bridges, following a swiftly-
flowing stream, until at length we gain the level valley and go dashing
away to Graymont, on the way to Idaho Springs and Georgetown. To avoid
tunneling in crossing the divide, the railroad winds around the mountain
elevations, up a steep grade, over a way that has been blasted out of
the eternal rocks, until from away up the lofty sides the traveler may
look upon a scene of marvelous beauty and ruggedness that fades into
indistinctness miles below. Leaning out of the car window we view a
wondrous panorama, and pause directly to bring our cameras into use,
that the scene may be caught and held on paper. There on one side of the
depths is Devil’s Gate, in close proximity, as it seems, to Bridal Veil
Falls, where the clear mountain stream plunges over a precipice of great
height to join the gamboling creek that rushes away on its errand
hundreds of feet below. There, too, is a spider’s web of steel, eighty-
six feet high, that has served as a passage-way for our train across a
chasm 300 feet wide, whose bottom can scarcely be distinguished from our
lofty eminence; but we see that the track makes a complete loop, and
that the road parallels itself, at a constantly increasing grade, no
less than three times. All the while that we are winding around and
crossing our own track, Georgetown continues visible, but it is dwarfed
by the distance to the appearance of a prairie-dog village.
[Illustration: CHALK CLIFFS, CLEAR CREEK CAÑON.]
The picturesqueness of the route now changes from wild scenery of lofty
mountain and the dark awesomeness of deep cañon, to a park-like
landscape, through tillable lands, and on to Silver Plume, a great feat
of mining engineering, and beautiful beyond description. Gray’s Peak
rises like a giant phantom a few miles beyond, and becomes a charming
signet in the ring of park and town of Graymont that lies near its feet.
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