Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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f eral smaller lakes from which comes Colorado Springs’ water supply. Soon after rounding this point thousands of feet above those beautiful lakes and valleys below and many miles from the smoke ris¬ ing from the smelters of Cripple Creek,we reached the Summit House-- a neat little hotel with ample accomodations for all who might wish to stay until the following morning to see the sunrise of almost infinite grandeur. Here is the highest telegraph office in the world. On the top of this building is a powerful telescope with which to entertain the visitors at night. While at the top those persons capable of locomotion visit such interesting places as Baby O’Keefe’s Grave, Bottomless Pit, and Abyss of Desolation until the whistle from the engine warns them of how rapidly the time has passed. We hasten to our car and arrive at Manitou Springs at 5:30 p. m.—a trip as delightfully interesting and pietureque as one might wish to take. Some are overcome by the rarety of the atmosphere while as¬ cending or on the Peak, others do not feel able to move about; but as for myself, I felt a peculiar exhilarating effect so that I was tempted to stay longer but lack of time forbade my doing so. There was plenty of snow on the shady side of the Peak and it was just cool enough to he enjoyable. I long to climb the Peak over a more circuitous route by means of a “Rocky Mountain Canary” and enjoy more of the scen¬ ery. On my way back to Colorado Springs I made a detour into the Garden of the Gods enjoying such sights as The Balanced Rock. Hen and Chickens and many other wonderful freaks of nature. Here is the place where you feel at home with nature speaking to you most plainly. This same evening I left Colorado Springs on the D. R. G. (standard guage) and arrived in Salida the next morning to take the Narrow Guage to Grand Junction, Colorado via Marshall Pass and the Black Canyon to the Gunnison River. At the Pass we were allowed to step out to see much of the road over which we bad been climbing back and forth, higher and higher during the forenoon. We passed the Gun¬ nison Tunnel which wasopened by President Taft last year on his trip over the same route. This tunnel was constructed by the Reclamation Service of our Government and its taps the Gunnison River and carries the water thru the mountain and thus irrigates (reclaims), in a valley beyond the divide, hundreds of thousands of acres of the best fruit land in the world. At last we come into the magnificant Black Canyon famous for its massive monuments, and cliffs of black granite and soon we find ourselves in Grand Valley where the finest apples and peaches grow—the most beautiful valley between Denver and Salt Lake. F. E. SCHMIDTKE

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if this middle cog-wheel should leave its track, it would be rather un¬ certain where the passengers would find a landing place. So much for the mechanism of the train and its equipment. Now the engine whistles and we start for the summit of Pike’s Peak 1414 feet above sea level and 7525 feet above Manitou Springs. The exact length of this road is 46992 feet and the average elevation overcome 25 per-cent and the maximum degree of curvature is 16 per-cent with a radius of 359 feet. On the 20th day of October 1890, the golden spike was set completing this—the highest railroad in the world. To keep the track from slipping down the hillside as many as 146 anchors are firmly set into the solid rook or in the absence of that material, deeply imbedded in the roadbed. The road begins at the mouth of Engleman’s Canyon near the Ute and Little Chief Iron Springs. Thru this canyon flows the Ruxton Creek rushing and falling madlv over rocks and through tiny narrow gorges c reating much disturbance in the silence of the solitude. Here is the playhouse of the speckled trout. About a mile from the depot are the Shady Springs, on either side rocks, named Gog and Magog, may be seen thousands of feet above like giant monuments which were already old before the Pyramids were thot of. Here the train enters Grand Pass, to the right are Echo Falls so called from the Echo Rocks above, whose many invisible tongues an¬ swer back in sounds that go reverberating from cliff to cliff until they are lost in the vastness of space. To be in the midst of such wonder¬ ful surroundings but for a moment makes life worth living; for it will cause one to think nobler thots, to have higher ideals, and to see in it all the Great Hand of the Great Creator. Other interesting scenes are the Hanging Rock, Artist’s Glen, Crystal Park,and Cameron’s Cone whose tapering heights can be plain¬ ly seen at a distance. Now we come to a Falls sheltered by overhang¬ ing rocks and a little beyond are the Minnehaha Falls one of the most beautiful places along the road. After passing the Halfway House we can see Devil’s Slide and far above it the Grand View Rock, with its rustic pavilion, cuts a distinct silhouette against the clear blue sky. Just beyond this after passing thru the narrow, ragged walls of Hell Gate is the beautiful Ruxton Park. To the left may be seen Sheep Rock and a little further on Lion s Gulch where is obtained the first glimpse of the Mighty King of the Peaks. Before we realize it we are above timber line where rocks and snow reign supreme. While climbing the steepest grade on the so called Windy Point around the east side of Pike’s Peak we get a good v iew of Lake Moraine and sev-

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jfnenbsbtp’s Sacrifice The scene of this story is a dark, side alley in the city of Pekin, at the time when the allied troops are invading the Chinese capital. Captain Jack, an American and Captain Shenburo of the Japanese force, have become fast friends. Both are in love with the same girl, a daughter of one of the representatives at the legation. Jack is a scout and is on the trail of valuable state papers. Shenburo. knowing the Chinese character better, has advised extreme caution. “Ah! here in the place now. I guess that yellow devil told the truth after all, even if I did have to treat him rather roughly.” These words were muttered by Captain Jack to himself as he entered a dilapi¬ dated, weather beaten structure, evidently an abandoned temple. The air inside was damp and musty. Cobwebs hung in clusters over a partly broken image of some god. Forgetting Shenburo’s words of cau¬ tion he resolved to test his information at once. He went hastily to the base of the statue and soon discovered a sceret door. As he was in the act of opening it he was seized from behind by our gaunt Chinaman. Tho taken at a disadvantage he fought with all the energy of his young American strength. His blows were well directed, but they were soon ineffectual,for the sinewy Orientals sprang upon him with all the fury of their growing hatred. He was overpowered and his hands tied. Then, after receiving a number of kicks from each of his captors, he was bound securely on a table in front of the idol. Now he recog¬ nized among the four, the man from whom he had extorted the in¬ formation, and he cursed them wickedly, but the four only grunted mockingly and disappeared. The tight ropes were cutting into the flesh of the prisoner and stopping the circulation, when a Chinaman entered clad in a costume which told plainly that he was of royal blood. He advanced quickly to the side of the American and struck him savagely muttering some¬ thing in broken English, about now getting revenge for a son who had been killed by the cursed American foreigners. Then he drew a long murderous looking knife from his belt and smiled triumphantly as he drew the cold steel across the neck of the prisoner inflecting a slight skin wound. A horrified sense of his danger crept over the American and cold drops of sweat stood out on his forehead. He did not fear to die, yet, like lightening, ran over the events of his lifetime and he thot of the girl back at the legation—that girl in whom he trusted and