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Show 122 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. tivated taste," so they say, and grows upon one, but we didn't stay long enough to acquire it. It is said to cure all the ills flesh is heir to, and many old habitues seemed to take to it like ducks and drank it, to all appearances, with perfect enjoyment. As we moved along through this wild, beautiful canon, with the evening sun bathing mountain top and valley in a dreamy, mystic light, I thought of the good man who aided in shaping our social, mental and Christian developments, Bishop Randall, COLORADO'S PIONEER BISHOP. He was an untiring worker in the cause of Christ. " I accompanied him through one day's labor in the mountains," said a lady member in his church. "We left Trotter's station early one morning and reached Idaho in time for service. I rang the bell while the Bishop opened the church, dusted the pews and books, and arranged his robe. After service, without stopping for dinner, we drove to Empire, where we had dinner, and the Bishop preached again. We then went to Georgetown, where we held service in the evening. The next morning we left Georgetown before breakfast, in fact before there were any signs of life on the streets. I shall never forget the beauty of that morning, as winding our way through the deep canon, the sun peeped over the mountain tops, gradually growing brighter, until all the world seemed glorified by the splendor of its rays. " We took breakfast at a station on the way, and continued our journey, for the Bishop had an engagement in Denver that day which he felt compelled to meet." That is only a trifling incident in his laborious life, but it was suggested to me by the trip being made in a single |