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kindly offered me a seat in his wagon, which I was
only too glad to accept, and with heartfelt regret I
commenced to take my leave of lovely Middle Park
and its surroundings. We had an early trout breakfast,
and taking the Rollins road from the springs, made the
best of our way towards one of Mr. Rollins’ ranches
near the Frazier river. We arrived in time for lunch,
and again do I have an excellent repast of the incom-
parable trout only a few minutes previous landed from
the crystal waters of the Frazier. Our trip from here
to the summit of the snowy range was through minia-
ture forests and over innumerable rivulets and streams,
that gurgled and roared down from the region of per-
petual snows, and so was it on our descent over the
other side of the range to Rollinsville, where we arrived
in time for supper. I remained there that night and
proceeded onward the next morning to Nederland and
down through the Boulder Canon to Boulder, where I
stepped on board the cars of the Boulder Valley Branch
of the Kansas Pacific Railway, and arrived in Denver
in a few hours.

My next trip was south of Denver, taking in the
famous springs of Manitou, Pike’s Peak, Pueblo, Canon
City, and other places of interest and renown. So
without further prelude I will embark on the diminu-
tive cars of the “little gauge” railway. The course of
this line is along the base of the mountains, and the ride
along the fertile and lovely valley of Plum creek to the
top of the divide, between the Platte and Arkansas
rivers, was simply too beautiful for description. From