. The opinions of the judge and the colonel as to the vast resources of Colorado .. . es that nestle among the hills, whichblend gracefully away into a billowy valley, and lose themselves in thefri age of the hri z< m. In a few moments the train went whizzing by thequaint little town of Monument. This is where we have our potato bakes, Major, said the Judge. What under heaven is a -potato hake. exclaimed the Major. Why, the main industry of this community is potato raising, and thisproduct has such a reputation that the people celebrate their harvest inthe fall of each year with a hake, whi
. The opinions of the judge and the colonel as to the vast resources of Colorado .. . es that nestle among the hills, whichblend gracefully away into a billowy valley, and lose themselves in thefri age of the hri z< m. In a few moments the train went whizzing by thequaint little town of Monument. This is where we have our potato bakes, Major, said the Judge. What under heaven is a -potato hake. exclaimed the Major. Why, the main industry of this community is potato raising, and thisproduct has such a reputation that the people celebrate their harvest inthe fall of each year with a hake, which is in reality a grand out-of-doorsbanquet, and a general jollification, attracting people from all the sur-rounding country, including Deliver on the north and Pueblo on thesouth. It i- to us what a clam hakeis to your people in Connecticut,only mot. bo, and ..I the same order as our water-melon and peach<iays And what are they? Well, in one locality, near Rocky Ford, which is especially adaptedto the growth of water-melons, we celebrate the abundant harvest once IT. ., a year in the same manner. As many as 5,000 melons aregiven away on occasions like this, andon peach day, which is celebrated atGrand Junction, where the finest fruits aregrown, tons of peaches are given away tothe thousands of visitors, all of these pro-ducts of the fertile soil being freely con-tributed by the producers. I beg pardon, sir: you seem to be ac-quainted with the country, will you kindly pointout Pikes Peak? interrupted a voice, which,by its accent, was quickly recognized by the Judge as belonging to anEnglish gentleman. That is it yonder, sir, said the Judge, pointing southwestward tothe bald white heap that lifted its head above the neighboring crests. Oh. that is only five or six miles away. said the stranger.;A little farther than that, said the Judge, with a smile. It isexactly thirty miles from here. Distances are deceiving in why? Because the air is so clear, and rare and
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