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
The route directly south from Alamosa is across a well-watered country,
but there is nothing of particular interest in the way of scenery until
the town of Barranca is reached, where the road strikes the Rio Grande.
Out of a level plain the train now dashes into deep gorges, and winds
along the banks of a stream that is justly celebrated for the wild and
rugged pageantry of mountains which it pierces. Comanche Cañon bursts
into view, a glorious revelation of chaos, whose cliffs of marl and
basaltic rock have tried in vain to arrest the energy and daunt the
skill of civil engineers. As a consequence, their sides are rent and
bored into cuts and tunnels, until the mountains of stone are made to
acknowledge man’s sovereignty.
Fifteen miles south of Barranca is Espanola, a quaint old Spanish town,
whose chief interest, however, lies in the fact that it is the nearest
railroad point to some of the most interesting pueblos and cliff ruins
that are to be found in New Mexico. The Indian adobes in this vicinity,
which claim the largest attention of the anthropologist, are those of
San Juan, Santa Clara and San Idelfonso, all situated within three or
four miles of Espanola. At Santa Clara are also the ruins of cliff
dwellings, relics of the habitations of a race that exists no longer,
save in uncertain traditions.
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[Illustration:
THROUGH THE BLACK CAÑON OF GUNNISON RIVER.—A deep and majestic gorge
is Black Cañon, a vast rift in the mountain range where a mad river
goes cantering through, here mild flowing where the cañon spreads,
there tumultuous and impetuous where the great bluffs push their
rugged feet against the stream and narrow the channel. Black Cañon
is so called because at places the walls run up vertically and
almost touch their heads, so nearly excluding the sunlight that the
gorge is quite dark even at noonday, inexpressibly sombre when the
sky is overcast, and weirdly awful when storms break, or night
shrouds it with a pall. Photographs cannot be satisfactorily made of
the dark places in the cañon, and the view herewith accordingly
pictures the end near Cimmaron Station.
]
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[Illustration: WEAPONS AND UTENSILS OF THE CLIFF-DWELLERS.]
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