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{pioneers at the foot of the rockies} aaron belz “Bit of an impass” says one— hardy farm gentleman, six horses pulling all his possessions. “Maybe we head north a while,” says another. And just as he says it, a fierce wind descends upon them, and their hats sail away into the twilight. “Lost our hats,” says one, patiently. “Believe you may be right about heading north a while,” he adds, scratching his forehead and chewing a bit of leather, patiently. “Believe you’re right,” he says, more quietly, scanning the horizon to the north and just as he gets back on his horse, another fierce wind comes down upon the two gentlemen and blows away their families and wagons, so now it is just them sitting on their horses at the foot of the Rockies. Says the other, “I think we’re alone now.” Says the one, eyes smiling, “There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.” They sing, “I think we’re alone now! The beating of our hearts is the only sound!!’ So they chop up their horses for kindling and build a fire, and that’s where they settle—and that, children, is how the City of Denver got its start. |
