We Drove
Through The Narrow, Piled-Up, Irregular Street, Crowded With
Miners Standing In Groups, Or Drinking And Gaming Under The
Verandas, To A Good Hotel Declivitously Situated, Where I At Once
Inquired If I Could Get To Green Lake.
The landlord said he
thought not; the snow was very deep, and no one had been up for
five weeks, but for my satisfaction he would send to a stable and
inquire.
The amusing answer came back, "If it's the English lady
traveling in the mountains, she can have a horse, but not any one
else."
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.
BOULDER, November.
The answer regarding a horse (at the end of my former letter) was
given to the landlord outside the hotel, and presently he came in
and asked my name and if I were the lady who had crossed from
Link's to South Park by Tarryall Creek; so news travels fast. In
five minutes the horse was at the door, with a clumsy two-horned
side-saddle, and I started at once for the upper regions. It was
an exciting ride, much spiced with apprehension. The evening
shadows had darkened over Georgetown, and I had 2,000 feet to
climb, or give up Green Lake. I shall forget many things, but
never the awfulness and hugeness of the scenery.
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