. In brightest Asia. it reminds us of a toboggan slide. We dash through repeated snow sheds, and then emerg-ing from the smoke and cinders, we rise into the purest and thinnest atmosphere. We growgiddy at the sensations of the vast altitude; and from our perch on lofty ledges, the eye scansthe vast stretches of the Rocky ranges, rolling, tumbling and Alp-like, soaring still above andbeyond into the illimitable ether. We are favored all day with a glorious sunshine which floodseverything with its ownradiance, and softens andmakes tender what other-wise would be an endlessand tumultuous array of
. In brightest Asia. it reminds us of a toboggan slide. We dash through repeated snow sheds, and then emerg-ing from the smoke and cinders, we rise into the purest and thinnest atmosphere. We growgiddy at the sensations of the vast altitude; and from our perch on lofty ledges, the eye scansthe vast stretches of the Rocky ranges, rolling, tumbling and Alp-like, soaring still above andbeyond into the illimitable ether. We are favored all day with a glorious sunshine which floodseverything with its ownradiance, and softens andmakes tender what other-wise would be an endlessand tumultuous array ofawfulness. Marshall Pass is fairlyAlpine, though to oursurprise there is on noneof the peaks at this timeof the year much snow,though they rise to up-wards of 14,000 feet inheight. At noon we reach thesummit ; and midway be-tween two lofty horns orpeaks, — Alt. Ouray andMt. Sniffel, — our train comes to a halt; and we all rush out to take in the view Pacificward,which stretches awav for 100 miles or so MT. OLKAV. Jl?e Cir(^at /1/T\eri<^a9 Desert. Leaving Gunnison, quite a flourishing town, ranges of hillocks on every side begin to showsandy, gravelly and indescribably barren. One would think it never rained here. It is a fitregion to be traversed with camels. The sun is lurid over it all; the soil, red and ochre yellow ;the formations of rocks and mountains, weird, bald and awful. Not even will the sage brush orcactus grow in much of this region. We are threading a great plain of desert through windings like a rams horn. We pass formiles and miles between pillared cliffs and overhanging banks of reddish, and at times, yellowsandstone, and greenish, crumbly shales, and both betimes shot through with a garnet-coloredtrap-rock or porphyritic limestone. Oh, so desolate and chaotic! Now a sand storm comes down upon us like a simoom, enveloping our train completely. It 13 In Brightest Asia. sifts into our car, filling eyes, mouth and nostrils. The Soudan could not b
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