, well that sufferers in
England, and on the Continent too, should know of the existence of
this charming spot and health-giving locality.

But any one interested and wishing to know more should get the book
alluded to. I could only in my extracts pick out what appeared to me
the most important parts, and I need not say the above gives no idea
of the excellence of the work both in a medical and social point of
view. I know not if it is procurable in London, but its title is
"Colorado Springs and Manitou," and it is for sale by P. Blakiston,
Son, and Co., 1012, Walnut Street, Philadelphia.

FOOTNOTE:

[8] Snow, when melted, leaves the ground dry. Garments, fresh from
the wash-tub, hung out in the shade, dry in half an hour!

CHAPTER VI.

Ranch again--Tea--American press--Celebrities
victimized--Last journey--Chicago--Beauty--Niagara
missed--New York--Atlantic--Home.

After my holiday at Colorado Springs, I returned to the ranch, and
soon began my preparations for leaving. The climate is the same at
both places. It was then the end of September, and nothing could
exceed its perfection. Never a cloud in the sky, but bright sunshine
all day long, with a bracing atmosphere and a pleasant temperature
withal. Then came October, which was equally fine, but the nights
began to be very cold. However the house was fairly air-tight, we had
good stoves, and spent jolly evenings, to which a cask of excellent
beer I had got from Denver contributed not a little. There was much
to settle as to how my sons would act, as regards ranch work, after
my departure. They were greatly pleased at being landowners, had the
sanguine expectations of success so natural at their age, and I am
afraid to say how many pipes we got through discussing the bright
future they painted. Then came a "snow storm" for a day and a night
(it's always so named in America); for twenty-four hours the flakes
fell incessantly, and all was white around with nine inches of snow.
The following morning the sun rose in his usual cloudless splendour,
and shone brightly all day, leaving no snow except on the hills, when
darkness came, while owing to the dry atmosphere all moisture had
evaporated, and the ground was dry. But the night succeeding was
bitterly cold. The thermometer fell to Zero, or near it, and yet when
we had been up four hours, the temperature stood at 60 deg. again! This
is the usual thing in the high lands of Colorado (and the