Hal Kenyon Disappears

. Mummy Ca?on had not yet attracted the attention of sight-seers. No railroad ran near it, and only a rattling stage-coach line carried visitors betwe

thy. When about fifty years old he found that the heat and dampness of the tropical climate were undermining his health and that he must heed

o America. Then they traveled about a good deal, trying to find a climate that would promote better

." But where should they make their home? Denver was delightful as to climate, but the doctor was not contented there. He loved nature, to

rses that might have pulled a plow over any American field, but it was dignified with the name stage-coach. The driver was a young man who had a contract with the

ll, up, up, up, winding here and there, overlooking deep gullies, dashing downgrade into a ragged valley, with its n

ge had not yet received its name, and when the imaginative Dr. Byrd beheld

said the driver in a

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e name of

get a name one o'these days when

d the doctor. "Its name is Mummy Ca?on. I ca

e and tell everybody or the name

home right near here-with your permission, of course, my dear. This is just the country

where her husband's health could improve. Moreover, she, too, was deli

f-dwellers, prehistoric Pueblo Indians. Ruins of their early dwellings and defenses were to be found here and there, altho

des looked unscalable and the top appeared to have been cut off clean and level with a monster knife, a few hundred feet lower

ted close to the side of a mountain; a few of the houses, in fact, stood a short distance up on the steep slope. The place was so busy that nobody seemed to have tim

as it is in all of mountainous Colorado. The lake was clear and cold. It rested in a pocket more than a hundred feet above a delightful valley and behind it was a range of tall

e beauty of the spot and the personality of the settlers soon attracted attention, and several others moved there and began the cultivation of farm

e world. He had an excellent library and a magnificent collection of curios from many countries. Moreover, he had a delightful personality, t

he hour. Just put him into a company of youngsters and let him begin: "When I was a boy," and everybody was all attention in an instant. Of course there were not many boys living in the neighborhood of the new mountain home, but there were a good many in Jimtown, where the doctor soon became a fami

d become quite the fashion in the making of young men all over the country and this appealed to the owner of La

instructors and servants, and then announced that he was ready to receive pupils. It was surprising how rapidly the

t. But to offset this, the doctor made arrangements for receiving a few pupils on nominal payments or free of charge. One of these poor boys was Hal Kenyon, whom Dr. Byrd found selling newspapers o

ound the school grew until the census enumerator reported fifty families. Previously the town had been known as Byrd

lly it bore the title of Lakefarm Institute, but soon it was spoken of frequently as Flathead School, whil

expressed his purpose in a few words, to develo