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Ranch 1902 Story Visit to Noe’s Eagle Mountain Ranch, Greenland, Colorado

A Letter From Far Off Colorado

 One of the Bee’s Friends Writes of a Delightful Trip

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 Noe’s Eagle Mountain Ranch, Greenland, Colorado August 17, 1902

 

Editor Bee:-

One week ago yesterday our party landed in the beautiful city of Denver, all tired out and dusty from our run from St. Louis.

Saturday was an exceedingly warm day and in a crowded sleeper “misery did not lack company.”  However, after we had rested and refreshed ourselves with a delicious supper at “The Brown Palace” hotel, we felt amply repaid for all the discomforts of traveling in summer time.

 Don’t think, please, that it was all unpleasant; far from it.  We had our own happy little party, besides meeting several very pleasant people whose destination was the same as ours.

 There are many interesting things to be seen as you speed across the open prairie: at least, it was so in our case.

 We saw large herds of cattle, the most popular breed here being the Galloway, Angus and the Durham Shorthorn, and then again we passed village of prairie dogs, and the accommodating little inhabitants were either sitting (full of curiosity) on top of their queer little houses or paying an afternoon call to their friends, thus affording us a view both sitting and running.

 These were a source of unfailing amusement to our boys.  I am sure everyone is not so fortunate as I, for even a great gray wolf left his hiding place, gave one frightened glance at our train, and ten galloped off across the wide prairie.

 In Denver we had a most delightful little stay.

 It is a beautiful, clean city, and we had a delightful ride in an observation car and saw the most important places of interest: saw them on the fly, it is true, but better than not at all.

 There are quite a number of handsome buildings on 17th street, and this city boasts of having more buildings that cost $250,000 than any other city in the United States.

 The oldest street in Denver is Larimer street, named in honor of Gen. William Larimer, a noted fighter of his day in Indian warfare.

 We also saw the site of Gen. Larimer’s log cabin in which the first white female child was born in the state.

 This site is now occupied by a handsome building that would overshadow many times the magnificence and size of the humble log cabin of the pioneer days and through whose open doors pass throngs of busy people each day.

 On we came from Denver, 2,000 feet higher in the clouds, on Monday afternoon and found our Westerners most delightfully housed in the most comfortable, homelike little home you could imagine. Never were people given a more cordial welcome than we received from our new host.

 What a lovely place this is, and as far as the eye can reach to the North, East and South stretch out the broad lands of Mr. I. J. Noe, the cordial, friendly gentleman in whose good care we have spent one week of happy days.

 Such friendliness as is offered you here is irresistible.

 “And where’s a life so gay and free,” a view so grand, yet restful, as the green, rolling prairie to the East and mountains, range upon range, to the North, West and South.

 Such soft, hazy outlines in the far distance, such clear ones nearby that your eyes are never tired, but feel envious of the dreamy twilight that shuts out the view.

 Here on this ranch are between 80 and 100 sleek cows to be milked and cared for, quite a number of pretty horses, and 50 of the dearest little calves you ever saw.

 Among the calves are four little beauties, two named for our little girls and two for our little boys, also one of the beauties of the herd is my namesake.

 It is haying time on the ranch now and already over 400 tons have been stacked, and this only the first cutting.

 Mr. Noe always gets two fine crops from his Alfalfa, the brag Western hay, and from which the most delicious clear honey is made.

 I ride out here, but I shan’t tell you about that; you must see it to appreciate it.  My favorite riding horse is McKinley.

 It is most delightfully cool here, but the way the wind blows sometimes is enough to make a tenderfoot’s hair rise.

 Remember me to all my friends, and tell them I am well and happy.

                                        Your friend,

                                              Celeste Moore.

  Notes

  1. The Bee was a Semiweekly newspaper published in Earlington, Hopkins, Kentucky beginning in 1889 by the Bee Publishing Company. Paul M Moore was the editor of the Bee and might be related to Celeste Moore.
  2. IJ Noe was living on the Eagle Mountain Ranch at the time this was written. His address was Greenland, Colorado.
  3. This article was found by Richard William (Bill) Noe Great-grandson of IJ Noe while researching IJ Noe’s history.
  4. Beverly Noe retyped the story verbatim from the newspaper.