Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3LETTER III. In New Mexico En Route, October textit{1, 1921 All of yesterday, Friday, we traveled thru Kansas. Some time last night we left Kansas, crossed a corner of Colorado and now we are traveling through the mountains of New Mexico. We have just passed through Glorieta, the head of Glorieta pass, at an altitude of 7421. It is Glorieta in name only, unless there are certain specially glorious features, not in visual evidence, that take precedence over the artificial structure of the alleged village. But, the mountains are interesting; great oceans of mountains, covered with scrubby pines, some high, some low, some thickly wooded, some sparsely wooded. Rocks everywhere; thrown about carelessly. Rocks of all sizes, as small as a pigeon egg, as large as a box car. The grass is dry, the shrubbery brown. Goats are the only domestic animals in large evidence. An occasional cow in sight; a few burros; a scrawny horse, adobe huts here and there, scattered thru the hills; a little patch of corn once in awhile, indicating that some ambitious Mexican had sought to grow a little forage for his family of domestics, but all in all it is pretty barren. A fellow traveler voiced the opinion this morning that "this certainly is God's country—no one else would want it." Be that as it may, it has its purpose in the world; if none other, it serves to make the individuals who pass this way feel what an insignificant part of creation, from the bulk point of view, man is. There seems no end to the .greatsweeps of rock-strewn, and pine-decorated space. They must have been brave soldiers indeed who first penetrated these vastnesses. We have, once in a while found the old Santa Fe trail running along by our side. It is a good tourist road they say, one of the best cross-continent highways. There are a great many p...