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Show H PORTION OF CLIFF PALACE, MESA VERDE NATIONAL PARK, REACHED H BY THE DENVER & RIO GRANDE RAILWAY. CLWF PALACE IS THE H LARGEST PREHISTORIC RUIN IN THE MESA VERDE. 10TAL LENGTH M APPROXIMATELY THREE HUNDRED FEET, ESTIMATED NUMBER OF j ROOMS TWO HUNDRED. ONE OF THE TWENTY-THREE KIVAS, OR CIR- H CULAR CEREMONIAL ROOMS, IS SHO WN IN THE FOREGROUND. H The Mesa Verda National Park in H southwestern Colorado contains the H most remarkable examples of ancient H habitations in the United States. It H is more spectacular in interest than H any other area set apart by congress I for the use and enjoyment of the people, by reason of archaeological interest, in-terest, extraordinary scenic beauty, remarkable phenomena or other un usual qualifications. This cliff dwelling dwell-ing preserve is now open for the 1916 tourist season. The government au tomobile scenic highway and the camps at Spruce Tree House are now ready for tourists. On account of its southern sunny location, the Mesa Verde is the first of the national parks in the Rocky mountains to be thrown open to the public. With these words, Police-Constable Juggins hurriedly shut up his lantern and walked away. That is the end of the story, except that I went to sleep again and dreamed a dream. That is why I want those inaudible shoes and that invisible suit. I want to fulfill my dream, by floating around in the wake of Mr. Jeggins. I dreamed of following Mr. Juggins on a dark night. I dreamed that I was unseen but all-seeing. I dreamed that I follow Mr. Juggins along a dark lan, until we came to a clear space whereat a pony wagon stood. And in this wagon, brown women and little, tired, brown pigmies were sleeping; and under the wagon, tired brown men were sleeping; honest men, if dirty.who were surrounded by rabbit, skins old motortyres, torn kettles and soiled sacking. Halting at this wagon, Constable Juggins Jug-gins took out his lantern (to make sure that it was closed) and then he performed a hesitating tap on the wagon-wall, and spoke in a hestitating voice. "Ahem!" he said. '-'Good evening. even-ing. Excuse me; but . . . are you a Sussex ratepayer?" From To-Day (London). |