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Title
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Sketches and Notes Taken From My Notebook of 1878
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notebook page
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There are times when one can think of the departed good, but they are not when he
is just starting on his first tour across the continent and is brim full of imaginations
and expectations. As this trip was contemplated soley for seeing and studying nature
in its various phases and beauties, I had but little time to devote to meditations
upon poor old Horace and what he had to say to the rising generations.
Immediately after leaving Omaha, the railroad passes through a stretch of county made
up of gently slopping hills and beautiful valleys which, with their dress of emeraled
grasses and gaily tinted flowers, remind one of Fairyland. As the train glides smoothly
along, the ever changing scenery is like balm to the invalid and robust alike as they
drink it in. The occasional beautiful groves with their sheltered cottages that ever
and anon seem to come and go, remind one of the existence of happy fellow mortals who have come to this “Fairy Eden” to live. The hills too, were
dotted with herds of sleek, fat cattle that quitely lay basking in the sunshine, or browsed upon the sweet and nutritious grasses that
everywhere cover the earth like a carpet of green velvet. All nature seemed to be
in its holiday garb, and every living thing appeared to be rejoicing on this fine
summer day. I wonder how it will be on the Laramie plains? Is all so happy there where
death overtook so many a one of the goldseekers in years gone by?
