Bill's school and mine; . e were two of us, a prairie-born tender-foot in the person of a sixteen-year-old collegesophomore and the writer.* After months ofanticipation and planning we hurried away atthe close of the college term, leaving the prairiesof Iowa to spend a short vacation in the moun-tains; and we arrived in Denver on a perfect,cloudless morning in June. * The writer has traveled afoot, with knap-sack and sleeping bag,and with skillet and coffee can hanging from his belt, as much as1200 miles through the mountains of Colorado and Wyoming—for fun, 37 3 8 BILLS SCHOOL AND MINE. Since
Bill's school and mine; . e were two of us, a prairie-born tender-foot in the person of a sixteen-year-old collegesophomore and the writer.* After months ofanticipation and planning we hurried away atthe close of the college term, leaving the prairiesof Iowa to spend a short vacation in the moun-tains; and we arrived in Denver on a perfect,cloudless morning in June. * The writer has traveled afoot, with knap-sack and sleeping bag,and with skillet and coffee can hanging from his belt, as much as1200 miles through the mountains of Colorado and Wyoming—for fun, 37 3 8 BILLS SCHOOL AND MINE. Since early daylight we had kept an eagerwatch across the plains to catch a first glimpseof the great Front Range of the Rocky Moun-tains with its covering of summer snow, andafter making some purchases of camp supplieswe climbed to Capitol Hill in Denver to see thefoot-hills soften to purple and the snow fieldsmelt to liquid gold as the crystal day turned tocrimson glory with the setting of the sun. PART OF AN EDUCATION. 39. -e> agsSW^-- ^^^^// ?«, <&» «efi. This is the land that the sunset washes,Those are the Banks of the Yellow Sea;Where it arose and whither it rushes,This is the western mystery. 40 bills school and mine. Late in the evening we took the train for Love-land from which place we were to start on awalking trip to Laramie, up in Wyoming. In Loveland we purchased a pony and a pack-saddle. The pony had never been broken to thesaddle, and inasmuch as the art of packing hasalways to be learned anew when one has notpracticed it for several years, both of us were, insome respects, as green as the pony, and naturallysomewhat nervous when we started from Love-land. The pony served us well however and atthe worst only gave us a name for the BuckingHorse Pass when we crossed the range of theMedicine Bow Mountains from the waters ofthe Grand River to those of the North Platte. From Loveland we reached Spragues Ranchin Estes Park,* thirty-five miles away, in two dayso
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