. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . m-mers heat whichwould, alas, be nodisgrace to thewarmth that illumesthe subterraneanchambers of Hades,has well nigh roastedme alive. I am burn-ed into my hair upon myhead has been friedin its own oil. Thereare chafings on mylimbs, boils upon myback and a million oftiny shafts filled withthe poison of a sum-mer solstice piercing each thousandth part of the square inches thatcompose the
. Echoes from the Rocky Mountains : reminiscences and thrilling incidents of the romantic and golden age of the great West, with a graphic account of its discovery, settlement, and grand development . m-mers heat whichwould, alas, be nodisgrace to thewarmth that illumesthe subterraneanchambers of Hades,has well nigh roastedme alive. I am burn-ed into my hair upon myhead has been friedin its own oil. Thereare chafings on mylimbs, boils upon myback and a million oftiny shafts filled withthe poison of a sum-mer solstice piercing each thousandth part of the square inches thatcompose the surface of my parboiled body. I am dying for a wave ofcool air. My tongue is parched, my lips already brittle, and my breathsmells of flame. I beseech you to be merciful, even as the angels aremerciful, and give me a room somewhere in this vast caravansary,where a cooling breath may reach me ere I die ! I saw that I had conquered, and felt once more the power of elo-quence and poetry! He said : I will have mercy upon you and giveyou the coolest room in the house. I saw him place the cabalistic figures upon the hotel register thatshould consign me to the embrace of cooling zephyrs. I heard his. ARRIVAL AT THE SOUTHERN HOTEL, ST. LOUIS. 148 ECHOES FKOM THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. stentorian words to the messenger boy, to guide me by elevator to theroom numbered five thousand and something. I seated myself in theascending car and as we journeyed upward, far upward toward therealms of ether, I thought of what the governor of Georgia said of theelevator, when he fervently asked God to bless the man who inventeda perpendicular railroad. And still upward we were borne on the swift wings of steam; floorupon floor faded from view; glimpses of melting stalwart men andbeautiful women passing from corridor to corridor, came like theshadow of a sunbeam and passed out of sight forever; gaily caparisonedchildren in white muslin and bright ribbons, romping with their prettynurses, unmindful of the t
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