Truth. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1901-1908, 1905-05-24

ooll,hS OH we are fain to rest en-.
tired eyes until the fitting lights ~.
rows and rows of buildings. the et~-,.
cars hating until we pass remioa .,
that we have reached Chicago IN,
giant city OF the middle west. INTO th,
Dearborn street station with ~
mighty arched roof and then. "Clic,
go! Chicago! Change cars for 81,
points west and northwest: soutb NM
southwest" CIV
Mercy! We thought we were vogt
already. Is there anything bevonJ
Chicago? Later we find there is hrt
at this time, in obedience to the man.
date, we leave the train, knowing that
the baggage is all right for was il NOT
checked through? And entering ono
OF Parmalee's. omnibusses awav We
roll through the brilliantly Illuminated
streets, under the Lake street Elevat.
ed, down Fifth avenue to the Wells
street depot of the Chicago & North
western, the only double tracked road
west of Chicago. We have a wait of
an hour and fifty minutes, so we take
a run across the street to Falls res
taurant, eat some oysters as fresh as
when they were taken from the sea.
then go out on the bridge and watch
the shipping. We are charmed at the
sassy little tug towing a big propel-
Ter, laden with grain, or barge with
lumber and coal, and as we swing
around with the draw, we seem to
hear the little fellow talking, in steam
ug language of course, and this is what
he says: "Oh come hurry up there.
l can't wait bit and you know it
what's the matter do go on there turn
that draw bridge don't keep me wait
ing" and then as the draw clears the
channel of the river the noisy little
fellow whistles as he passes, while the
propeller, in silence dignified, glides
by as though it was beneath it's posi-
ton in society to make a sound.
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But it's time to go. So we HE our.
selves to the Pullman and on the
Northwestern sleep the sleep of the Sc
cure. At GAP a. m. we pass little
station and note on the depot sign the
magic word 'Luzerne." What can that
mean? Nothing, except that the place
was settled by lot of Pennsylvanians,
soon after the close of the war, and in
honor of the old county they came
from, they called the place "Luzerne,
No more sleep after that. Two hours
later we pass through Scranton
Goodness gracious! More Pennsyl-
vanians! Certainly, and they named
the town Scranton, after the big city
above Wilkesbarre, on the LackaWan'
ma and the d. G H. There's "Blairs-
town" and "Parkersburg' on the
line, too, and as we consult the folder
we begin to think it isn't so far away
from home after all, for are not our old
neighbors here ahead of us? Why, OF
course; the world isn't as large as
some of us think.
But what is all this green stuff grow
ing? Corn? You don't mean it. Corn!
Why there are hundreds and thou
sands of acres of it, Fields OF corn
with as many as three hundred acres
in them? Pshaw! Impossible! why
when Joe Stephens planted sixteen
acres in one field the people though
he meant to glut the corn market
Fact. But it is sure enough corn, eise
why would they need all these Dig
elevators, and cribs at every staCion'
Land sakes! Don't people raise any
thing else but corn? They do? Wen
what do you think of that?
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But while we have been talking We
nave been gliding along at a hVeiy
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