Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
Another very good and exciting show – and one which was done at most of the Scout displays that I saw – was fire-lighting without matches.
Another good “stunt” was archery by one troop who had made their own bows and arrows, and they were all good shots at the target – the best of them being equally good when shooting with either the right hand or the left.
From Denver City, on the great prairie upland in the centre of America, one sees stretched out, like a long bank of lilac-and-white clouds above the plain, the mighty range of the Rocky Mountains.
Denver itself was formerly a great scene of fighting the Red Indians, buffalo hunting, gold prospecting, and expeditions into the mountains after grizzly bears. But now it is a great city with all the most up-to-date modern fittings.
And it has its Boy Scouts, and a fine lot they are, too. Many of them are grandsons of the old trappers, hunters, and scouts, so that they have got scouting in their blood, and plenty of good country round about for practising over.
One of the best shows of their display was, however, a particularly modern one, and that was a wireless telegraph apparatus, made by the Scouts themselves. The parts which they had bought for it did not cost more than fifteen shillings, all the rest they had made themselves, and it worked quite well.
The railway which takes one from Denver on across America to the Pacific coast seems to enjoy doing odd things just to please the passengers.
For instance, when it leaves Denver in the early morning, it runs south along the front of the Rockies for about three hours, so that you can have a good look at their snowy peaks and steep faces. Then it turns straight into them and runs westward through them by a pass which gets narrower as it gets deeper and deeper.
At last there seems only just room for the single line of railway and the rushing torrent of the Arkansas River, between high cliffs and buttresses of rock over two thousand feet high. In fact, the gorge or canyon is so narrow at one place that the railway has been slung from overhead girders over the stream.
As we went twisting and turning through this wonderful gorge, we kept peering up at the crags high over our heads, and at one place we were rewarded by seeing a number of wild mountain sheep.
All that day and all night, our train went puffing on through gorges and over passes among snow- covered peaks.
The following day we came suddenly on to a grand view of a vast valley spread out below us with its towns, villages, and woods, and then a huge expanse of water, one hundred miles across, known as the Great Salt Lake.
On every side around this valley could be seen ranges of snow-capped mountains in the far distance. Altogether it made a beautiful scene.
Salt Lake City
Salt Lake City is a great place lying near the flat swamp which forms the beginning of the lake and is backed by the Wahsatch Mountains. This is where the Mormons started their country some