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


towns and big towns; ever seeing
hundred windmills in every direction,
looking at thousands and thousands of
cattle and hogs yes, hogs, along the
right of way in the big fields, until
with a whizz we drop down behind the
bluffs into the bottoms, pass Honey
Creek lake, where we could get out
and shoot ducks by the score, had we
the time, or catch pickerel just like
those in Harvey's Lake, and zip, into
Council Bluffs, with it's dozen railroads
leading into the big terminal station
Time was when there would have
been a wait here, but that was prior
to the date when the Union Pacific
and the Northwestern made a traffic
arrangement by which the car you sit
in rolls from Chicago by the lake to
Portland by the western sea. No more
aggravating changes of cars. You
just take seat and the trainmen do
the rest. Five minutes later we are
crossing the big Muddy" the Mis-,
souri,. We crossed the Mississippi
while we were sleeping, so we will
take look now. Not such a wide
river as the Susquehanna, but much
deeper and great deal muddier. Not
up and down it past Omaha, but the
iron rails have put the old pilot on
the boat out of business. Into the
Union Station at Tenth and Mason
streets; another five minutes and
away we go down through South Oma-
ha with it's packing houses and its
lardy smells; out on the Papillion
pronounced Papeon), through Water
1nD md nI1 do acf ant
and other lively towns; through we'll
TODD communities and again night
overtakes us and we sleep to wake up
next morning in the wide west for
fair. ~ ~
1t is $3.50 when we reach Cheyenne.
Cheyenne, the city we have read
about in books! Cheyenne, where we
shall meet Indians and bad men, and
cowboys and long horned steers and
coyotes and bears and all that sort OF
thing! What's that overhead? A via
duct? Right over the railroad tracks
And those big buildings? Shops? Well
l declare! Where are the tepees of the
Indians? No Indians! Surely this is
not Cheyenne. But it is and as we
pull into the handsome cut stone sta
ton, We feel that the place has out |
grown Inc Olu GOOuTlCH HlSJOTy anu we
determine to relegate the ancient vol
ume, when we go back-if we go back.
But we are off again and we are
climbing the road that used to pass |
the Ames monument, but which has |
been changed since the recent books |
were printed. Instead of crossing the |
great Dale creek bridge, we are
whisked through tunnel. And now
we begin to get lonesome. Nothing |
but bare and lonesome, cattle covered |
hills as far as the eye can reach. No
trees except occasionally a few will |
lows along some little stream. No |
shade in the towns we shoot through |
and the towns we stop at Surely this |
must be the place where Creation got |
it's wires crossed. We wish we hadn't |
come. Is it possible that men and |
women live here and enjoy it? What's |
that long, lean, hungry looking ami
NAL scooting across the rolling land |
scape? A coyote! He looks as if he
was trying to get out of the country |
and we do not blame him. We are |
glad when night comes and hope some
thing will happen to change the con
tour of the country ere morning |
dawns.
Whnp Wa Wala IN AGAIN we are in |