The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1890-05-29

to Washington well enough, but is not
''in the hands of his friends" to try
conclusions a second time with Con-
gresham Lind, who will probably
have no opposition within his own
party in this county at least.
FROM OREGON TO COLORADO.
Correspondence of the Gazette.
Now that l am no longer an inhabi-
tant of the state of Oregon I have
thought it not out of place to give you
a short pen picture of my late journey
from the Pacific coast to this point in
Colorado, where now find myself. 1t
was on the morning of the 9th of last
month that | bid adieu to the village
of Roseburg, Oregon, and my few
good friends there, and started south
ward by the way of the Oregon South
ern Railway, travelling nearly the en-
tire length of the golden state of Cali
fornia, crossing the broad dreary terri
tories of Arizona and New Mexico by
the line of the Atlantic & Pacific,
reaching the village of Yuma, in Col
orado, on the 18th, after safe and
prosperous journey of over 1000 miles
Now it may be said of Oregon that, at
the time of my departure therefrom,
the fruit trees and berry vines were in
full bloom, an event, however, which
was fully six weeks later than in COM
mon seasons, owing to the winters I'm
favorable temperature. But the mud,
the winters filthy, sticky mud was fast
giving away to dry land and growing
crops. 1t was my privilege before leav-
ing the Pacific coast to witness few
of those beautiful, dreamy sunlight
days, SO famous to the valleys of Ore
gon in spring and fall. In passing
south in the latter state, saw some of
those wonderful land slides and their
enormous results which occurred in
February Of the past winter along the
mountain passes through what is
known as Cow Creek canyon. But the
possibilities of engineering skill in lay
ing out the way and constructing pass
able road-beds through such rugged
narrow valleys will ever be standing
wonderment to minds of lesser train
ing and skill. Our train reached the
great Sacramento valley in California
on the second morning of my Journey,
where, to the delight of an anxious
eye, saw many fields of fresh, green
growing grass. l saw, too, thousands
which could never make a crop, the
seed having been spoiled by the win
ter rains. [ saw forests of fruit trees
and ocean of berry vines all clad in
beautiful bloom and spreading leaf.
California may well be called the flow
er state, for everywhere in fields and
garden, bright beautiful flowers with
lovely features and sweet smelling 3D.
ors we're present. I also saw another
wenderment which appeared in the
mode by which much of the ploughing
and narrowing was being done and
that was the hitching together of eight
and ten horses in team, each attached
to plows or harrows and each under the
management of one man. But as
journeyed through the grain fields and
vineyards of California, as 1 looked
upon her many apparently comfortable
happy homes and upon her many gar
dens of beautiful flowers, as 1 consid-
cred her grand scenery, wondered if
the people of California were more
prosperous in obtaining this worlds
good, if they were more happy, more
contented, if, in short, they lived to a
greater age than the people of Color
ado or Minnesota. Who will answer
these questions? To me it seems to
be fact that if the California farmer
would make profit on his grain and
fruit he must work with as much en-
ergy and put in the same long hours
in summer time as do the farmers of
the eastern states.
On my way south I passed through
Sacramento, from thonce to Lathrop
and on to the great Mojave desert in
Southern California by the Southern
Pacific route. There, at a station
called Mojave I changed cars on the
morning of the 18th and was soon
bounding eastward by the Atlantic
and Pacific line over a desert, and yet
within view of long ranges of noun
tains, high and rugged, and within
view of crumbling rock and shifting
sands, of Indians young and Indians
old, gray and grim, of cattle dead and
dying, of cattle too thin to make a
shadow, of dogs and wolves to poor
to grow and curl respectable tail.
The gray old mountains of earth
and rock we're the only redeeming fea-
lures to the eye of a weary traveller as
scenes of wonderment and nobleness.
But our train passed swiftly on from
desert to mountain and from noun
tain to prairie until the city of Denver,
Colorado, had been reached, which
event occurred on the afternoon of the
18th. That city puts forth the claim
of being the most prosperous of any
on the continent and is the metropolis
between Chicago and the Pacific coast.
The surroundings are richer than any
other city in the world. IT'S beau
tiful place in every way.
]. NJ. Tuck.