The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1892-04-15

, was cold, to 10 degrees below zero, and
, the roads in bad condition, thought best
TO go into dry dock and prepare for tedious
trip to Buffalo. | bought cheap cap, a
| striped blanket, a pair of red mittens, pair
OF white government socks, pair of over
shoes, red chest protector and bottle of
! snake bite pOisOner." Wednesday morn
! ing. the day before st. Patrick, appeared
on the scene dressed i'm my full regalia. |
think with the addition of little vermillion
paint and ear rings might have been taken
for Sioux squaw man. | was so bundled
up that needed a derrick to help me into
the coach, but managed to fall into the
hold" and take my place on the front seat,
riding backwards. There were two passen-
Lers besides myself, Buffalo merchant and
a recent graduate of the Wyoming peniten-
tiary. We left Gillette at 8 a. m. The
weather was bright but very cold. The
only life we saw the first 25 miles was the
'hobOs" working on the grade, while the
country was barren and desolate in the eX
IRENE. Our first stopping place was Need
More station, 20 miles out; well named, too,
for they need more drinking water, need
more food and need more society. We soon
realized we need more good roads, need
more good luck and need more accident in
surance, for sure enough the men were
hitching six half-brOken br0nchOs to the
coach. After half hours time the driver
mounted the box, while a stable boy stood
at the head of each team of prancing nags.
At the signal each boy stepped back, with
grin on his face, as much as to say you are
i'm for it," while the bronks made jump
and veribly believe they jerked the coach
clear of the ground 25 feet. At ali events it
was two mile dash and they ran as if pur-
sued by pack of wolves. The driver
didn't try to stop them, (no use) just kept
them from spreading and leaving the road,
and i'm few minutes they steadied down
and trotted like old stagers.
About this time we made the unwelcOme
discovery that there was no dinner station
but the driver kindly stopped in front of the
only log cabin within miles and | went
in and bought a quarters worth of bread
of Rip VanWinkle sort of a man. No
butter, no meat, simply a sample" of
the staff of life for each of us. There was
no change of scenery the entire day, nothing
but cactus, sage bush. rock covered hills,
full of COOLIES" or gulches we were contin-
ually crossing. Arrived at Poverty Flats
station at p. m. Here we changed both
drivers and bronchos, but nothing in sight
to satisfy the inner man. About I'D. m.
TtdcIleu IOWueT hlVer StdulOn WneTe again
changed horses, and half a dollar for a
warm meal of ham, eggs, potatoes, toast.
sauce ard coffee, all of which was well
cooked and clean. The driver advised us
to fill up, for. says he, 'all you will get for
breakfast at Starvation Station will be beans
and music" We took his advice, which we
found correct. We rested after our full
meal probably an hour, then resumed our
tourney, We soon came TO the river hank
and here we were obliged to enter boat
and assist the driver with hatchets i'm cut
ting channel for the horses. The ice was
just thick enough to cut the horses legs at
every step. This work delayed us an hour
no further incident happening until mid
night, except the bark of the coyotes and
the oaths of the driver, who had one "hy"
team which gave him trouble. At Disgust
Station we were obliged to lay up from a.
m. to 5. The driver told us to follow him
If we were cold, aud he took us through a
long shed stable, built against side hill;
at the further end and separated from the