Introduction by
Ann Ronald
University of Nevada, Reno
To My Sister,
to whom
these letters were originally written,
they are now
affectionately dedicated.
Contents
Introduction, by Ann Ronald
LETTER I
Lake Tahoe - Morning in San Francisco - Dust - A Pacific
mail-train - Digger Indians - Cape Horn - A mountain hotel - A
pioneer - A Truckee livery stable - A mountain stream - Finding a
bear - Tahoe.
LETTER II
A lady's "get-up" - Grizzly bears - The "Gem of the Sierras" - A
tragic tale - A carnival of color.
LETTER III
A Temple of Morpheus - Utah - A "God-forgotten" town - A distressed
couple - Dog villages - A temperance colony - A Colorado inn
- The bug pest - Fort Collins.
LETTER IV
A plague of flies - A melancholy charioteer - The Foot Hills - A
mountain boarding-house - A dull life - "Being agreeable" - Climate
of Colorado - Soroche and snakes.
LETTER V
A dateless day - "Those hands of yours" - A Puritan - Persevering
shiftlessness - The house-mother - Family worship - A grim Sunday - A
"thick-skulled Englishman" - A morning call - Another
atmosphere - The Great Lone Land - "Ill found" - A log camp - Bad
footing for horses - Accidents - Disappointment.
LETTER VI
A bronco mare - An accident - Wonderland - A sad story - The children
of the Territories - Hard greed - Halcyon hours - Smartness -
Old-fashioned prejudices - The Chicago colony - Good luck - Three
notes of admiration - A good horse - The St. Vrain - The Rocky
Mountains at last - "Mountain Jim" - A death hug - Estes Park.
LETTER VII
Personality of Long's Peak - "Mountain Jim" - Lake of the Lilies - A
silent forest - The camping ground - "Ring" - A lady's bower - Dawn
and sunrise - A glorious view - Links of diamonds - The ascent of
the Peak - The "Dog's Lift" - Suffering from thirst - The
descent - The bivouac.
LETTER VIII
Estes Park - Big game - "Parks" in Colorado - Magnificent
scenery - Flowers and pines - An awful road - Our log
cabin - Griffith Evans - A miniature world - Our topics - A
night alarm - A skunk - Morning glories - Daily routine - The
panic - "Wait for the wagon" - A musical evening.
LETTER IX
"Please Ma'ams" - A desperado - A cattle hunt - The muster - A mad
cow - A snowstorm - Snowed up - Birdie - The Plains - A prairie
schooner - Denver - A find - Plum Creek - "Being
agreeable" - Snowbound - The grey mare.
LETTER X
A white world - Bad traveling - A millionaire's home - Pleasant
Park - Perry's Park - Stock-raising - A cattle king - The Arkansas
Divide - Birdie's sagacity - Luxury - Monument Park - Deference to
prejudice - A death scene - The Manitou - A loose shoe - The Ute
Pass - Bergens Park - A settler's home - Hayden's Divide - Sharp
criticism - Speaking the truth.
LETTER XI
Tarryall Creek - The Red Range - Excelsior - Importunate
pedlars - Snow and heat - A bison calf - Deep drifts - South
Park - The Great Divide - Comanche Bill - Difficulties -
Hall's Gulch - A Lord Dundreary - Ridiculous fears.
LETTER XII
Deer Valley - Lynch law - Vigilance committees - The silver
spruce - Taste and abstinence - The whisky fiend - Smartness - Turkey
Creek Canyon - The Indian problem - Public rascality - Friendly
meetings - The way to the Golden City - A rising settlement - Clear
Creek Canyon - Staging - Swearing - A mountain town.
LETTER XIII
The blight of mining - Green Lake - Golden
City - Benighted - Vertigo - Boulder Canyon - Financial straits - A
hard ride - The last cent - A bachelor's home - "Mountain Jim" - A
surprise - A night arrival - Making the best of it - Scanty fare.
LETTER XIV
A dismal ride - A desperado's tale - "Lost! Lost! Lost!" - Winter
glories - Solitude - Hard times - Intense cold - A pack of
wolves - The beaver dams - Ghastly scenes - Venison steaks - Our
evenings.
LETTER XV
A whisky slave - The pleasures of monotony - The mountain
lion - "Another mouth to feed" - A tiresome boy - An
outcast - Thanksgiving Day - The newcomer - A literary humbug -
Milking a dry cow - Trout-fishing - A snow-storm - A desperado's
den.
LETTER XVI
A harmonious home - Intense cold - A purple sun - A grim jest - A
perilous ride - Frozen eyelids - Longmount - The pathless prairie -
Hardships of emigrant life - A trapper's advice - The Little
Thompson - Evans and "Jim."
LETTER XVII
Woman's mission - The last morning - Crossing the St.
Vrain - Miller - The St. Vrain again - Crossing the prairie - "Jim's"
dream - "Keeping strangers" - The inn kitchen - A reputed
child-eater - Notoriety - A quiet dance - "Jim's" resolve - The
frost-fall - An unfortunate introduction.
Letter I
Lake Tahoe - Morning in San Francisco - Dust - A Pacific
mail-train - Digger Indians - Cape Horn - A mountain hotel - A
pioneer - A Truckee livery stable - A mountain stream - Finding a
bear - Tahoe.
LAKE TAHOE, September 2.
I have found a dream of beauty at which one might look all one's
life and sigh. Not lovable, like the Sandwich Islands, but
beautiful in its own way! A strictly North American
beauty - snow-splotched mountains, huge pines, red-woods, sugar
pines, silver spruce; a crystalline atmosphere, waves of the
richest color; and a pine-hung lake which mirrors all beauty on
its surface. Lake Tahoe is before me, a sheet of water
twenty-two miles long by ten broad, and in some places 1,700 feet
deep. It lies at a height of 6,000 feet, and the snow-crowned
summits which wall it in are from 8,000 to 11,000 feet in
altitude. The air is keen and elastic. There is no sound but
the distant and slightly musical ring of the lumberer's axe.
It is a weariness to go back, even in thought, to the clang of
San Francisco, which I left in its cold morning fog early
yesterday, driving to the Oakland ferry through streets with
side-walks heaped with thousands of cantaloupe and water-melons,
tomatoes, cucumbers, squashes, pears, grapes, peaches,
apricots - all of startling size as compared with any I ever saw
before. Other streets were piled with sacks of flour, left out
all night, owing to the security from rain at this season. I
pass hastily over the early part of the journey, the crossing
the bay in a fog as chill as November, the number of "lunch
baskets," which gave the car the look of conveying a great picnic
party, the last view of the Pacific, on which I had looked for
nearly a year, the fierce sunshine and brilliant sky inland, the
look of long RAINLESSNESS, which one may not call drought, the
valleys with sides crimson with the poison oak, the dusty
vineyards, with great purple clusters thick among the leaves, and
between the vines great dusty melons lying on the dusty earth.
