WAMPUS SPEEDS "So this is Albuquerque," observed Patsy Doyle, as they alighted from the train.

"Is it a big town playing peek-a-boo among those hills, Uncle John, or is this really all there is to the place ?" "It's a pretty big town, my dear.

Most of the houses are back on the prairie, but fortunately our hold is just here at the depot." It was a quaint, attractive building, made of adobe cement, in the ancient mission style; but it proved roomy and extremely comfortable.
"Seems to me," whispered Myrtle to Beth, "we're high up on the mountains, even yet." "So we are," was the reply.

"We're just between Glorietta Pass and the Great Continental Divide.

But the steepest of the Rockies are behind us, and now the slopes are more gradual all the way to California.