New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-02-27
ALL ABOARD!
written ior the Review by Emil Weschcke0
WAYSIDE. SKETCHES.
(Contiaaued.)

settled as yet along the line of the q.
P, and after having viewed with con-
siderable interest the haunts of the jack
rabbit and the villages of the prairie
dogs, rise the Pine Bluffs, the last. sta
ton in Nebraska. Here leads the In-
dian trail from the north to the North
Platte river, and the Lodge Pole creek,
sunk in the red sands. seems to mark
the dividing line between the state just
left and Idaho. On the horizon, indis-
tinctly sketched appear the outlines OF
mountains soon to be crossed and the
eye eagerly drinks in the fanciful
beauty Of the clouds rs they shift about.
The ground sparely covered vita
bunch grass, shows a thin coat OF snow,
but the air is not cold, ill we gradually
begin to ascend higher. A number of
stations of minor Importance are passed
till we reach Cheyenne, the "Magic
City of the Plains. at about evening
After ride OF so many hours through
a comparatively waste country one
looks upon the metropolitan face OF
this city, the main starting-pointfor the
Black Hills, feeling of relief takes
possession of us, to give place only to
an admiration of the wonderful attain
ments achieved in this solitary spot of
the vast plains.
Cheyenne, the home OF the former
but now nearly extinct ''cattle kings
boasts Of grand and substantially built
edifices which would do credit to any
city ten times its size. In fact one is
astonished to perceive such expensive
structures here, but when we consider
that the stock interests of this immense
region directly tributary to Cheyenne
were the greatest in the world. we re-
cognize that the greatness of the city is
due to natural consequence only Since
late years these in erests have greatly
suffered, as the vast areas of grazing
lands formerly unbounded save by the
hills and creeks, are falling into the
hands of settlers and spectators, and
Cheyenne has had dealt sad blow by
this turn of affairs It's business inter-
ests have suffered much, for there is
nothing save stock raising which can
uphold the town.
Leaving Cheyenne we gradually as
cend into the mountains and grand
scenery on every side of us catches the
eye. To describe the beauty. the sub
Unity of the changes witnessed takes a
pen controlled by more eloquence than
ours and we can but think back OF the
moments spent in crossing these locali-
ties with i comming!ed feeling Of awe
and gratitude.
The average grade in proceeding to
Sherman, S242 feet above the sea, from
Cheyenne, is 81 feet per mile, and pro-
per control over the train necessitates
two engines. A post bearing the inn
por;ant announcement. '.Summit Of
the Rocky Mountains, looms up near
the track, and leaving Sherman we cross
the Dale Creek bridge $50 feet long and
130 feet high, and after a little while we
view The great Laramie Plains. Grad
ually night steals upon lis and as Fritz,
my jovial companion, announces hot
coffee, bread, ham, chicken and other
necessaries we leave the inspection of
the country fora while and soon turn
in for the nights repose.
The morning hours find us at Green
River, where changing scenery greets
our eager gaze again. We pass Castle
Rock, the Twin Sisters, run through a
cut of rock, composed of shalein which
are imbedded petritied fish, view the
curious tea-kettle shape of another rock
and the tortuous windings of the Green
River. which winds along.
We speed past few minor stations,
and leaving Piedmont describe q horse
shoe bend, and then run through snow.
sheds, and after witnessing but slight
changes in the general aspects of the
| country we arrive at Evanston, near
the boundary of Wyoming and Utah.
Evanston bears the true character of q
rough place, and as Fritz comes back
he expresses himself as vastly dissatis
fed with the treatment given him in the
saloon visited, where glass of pool
stale beer with Chinese cigar cos1
him .'two bits. twenty five cents. A
round the depot we notice Piute Indians
gambling, in want Of money, for match
es, and as we leave this station, on,
platforms receive load of these bline
passengers.
Running along for few hours. w
reach the Wahsatch mountain range