In speaking of the proposed telephone route from this place to Denmark, brings to the mind of the writer the magnificence of the wild scenery of the country which divides the head waters of Cabin and Greasy Creeks, having an opportunity last summer to traverse this mountainous region.

Leaving Cabin at noon, we rode through some lovely valleys covered with meadows. Then, striking the foot hills, and going some distance, we began to take in the beauties of our position. Far above us the wild mountains raised their forest-covered crests, the broken country of hills and small valleys stretched far away below us.

After arriving on the summit of the mountain, we came in sight of our destination, which we see as the road skirts around the mountain to a lovely place nestling in the shadow of the hills, while in front is teaming with vegetation.

While we descended the other side, the sun was fast dropping behind the tree tops of the western hills, and the charms of the summer evening were beginning to fill the land. The trees which stood here and there breathed their evening song as the zephyrs passed their boughs, and the songs of the birds rang below the azure sky. The silvery stream that ran near the road went singing on as the flowers on its banks poured forth their rich perfume.