. A glimpse of old Mexico; being the observations and reflections of a tenderfoot editor while on a journey in the land of Montezuma . lawn. Yes, that marvelous exhilaration of youthand untiring energy, we remember only too well as we startdown the long toboggan amid the lengthening shadows and whenwe recall them in fancy, a sigh comes surging up from the depths,laden with the refrain, \\ould I were a boy again. I have made that reflection once or twice and behold! the wishhas been realized. I am forty-seven years old and past but foreight days I have been a boy once more, just as sure as two
. A glimpse of old Mexico; being the observations and reflections of a tenderfoot editor while on a journey in the land of Montezuma . lawn. Yes, that marvelous exhilaration of youthand untiring energy, we remember only too well as we startdown the long toboggan amid the lengthening shadows and whenwe recall them in fancy, a sigh comes surging up from the depths,laden with the refrain, \\ould I were a boy again. I have made that reflection once or twice and behold! the wishhas been realized. I am forty-seven years old and past but foreight days I have been a boy once more, just as sure as two and 84 A GLIMPSE OF OLD MEXICO three make six. And there wasnt any fairy god-mother workabout it either; for the matter of that mine has probably becometoo aged and sedate to be playing pranks any more. It was justthe purely natural results of our outing in the high Sierras, anexperience open to anyone who cares to try it. In a former letter,I spread myself about the climate at the CaHfornia mine and I donot wish to take back a word of it now. But the climate of thelofty Mexican mountains is a veritable inspiration, a thing sui. In the Mexican Siena—a Picturesque Gorge. generis, incomparable and indescribable. It gives you the sen-sation of walking on air and a suggestion that at last you havefound the object of Ponce de Leons fruitless quest. Then you A GLIMPSE OF OLD MEXICO 85 have the marvelous and stupendous scenery of the Seirras to fillyour very soul with gladness, the exalting sense of perfect free-dom and. last but not least, a sportsmans paradise to wanderthrough. I will never forget those eight days. They broughtback the best of boyhood with a rush. It did not seem as thoughfatigue were possible and every incident turned spontaneouslyinto merriment and fun, just as it used to when school was over
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