Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-04-23
Through the
Sunny South.
Glimpses from Car Window by C. r
Russom on a Trip from Kansas
City to Brownsville, Texas.
Continued from Last Week

just pdSSeu pumping STATION
with several large oil tanks, but
no questions asked. This must
be first class brick country,
Judging by the color of the soil,
wouldn't have to burn them to
make them red. Farming here
among the trees and stumps.
This makes me feel sad when |
remember how many times l
have had my ribs punched with
the plow handles until l would
almost lose my breakfast and
make such awful wry faces when
an old stump root would fly back
and whack me on the shins. /
can almost see the blue spots yet,
and then dear old mother would
say, "son, be patient, and don't
have evil thoughts" God bless
her dear old soul, there never
was, and never will be, any one
in this world as good to a way
ward boy as our dear loving
mothers.
We are now passing through
another small town. l see from
my window a machine baling
corn shucks. Something new
again. That is a lesson in farm
economy, and may be of great
benefit to a Nebraska man.
We are now passing one of the
silent cities of the dead, telling
us that death brings his conquer
ing hand in all nations and climes
wherever markind is found.
Kate" an other small town.
This country here looks much
better to me. We will soon be
in the great state of Texas,
which we have known of, 10,
these many years, and have
heard so much about, but have
never seen. We have just pass
ed the last town before we cross
into Texas. Everything looks
all right here and moving in good
order. Flowing and planting
one minute, and into the hills
and timber the next.
We have just arrived in Deni-
son, Texas. 1t is city of 49,
900 inhabitants. A division
station with a monthly pay roll
Of $4,000. 1t is a great rail-
road city with lots of business
enterprise. Here we took supper
and changed cars. The car,
Cora" the private diner and
sleeping car, run by the Allison,
Richey Land Co., was to go a
different route from what our
ticket called for, as we got our
ticket on the same routing the
rest of the Custer county fellows
did.
AS we were pacing the plat
form, grips in hand, pondering in
our mind where we would sleep,
L. F. Frary and ]. M. Turner,
the managers of the diner and
sleeping car, "Lura,' seeing us
in this dilemma, gave us special
invitation to make our home with
them and their jolly good natur-
ed crowd, of whom we will have
much to say in the succeeding
pages of this story. This we did
instanter and were soon domicil-
ed among the many strangers un-
known and iunacquainted with
any one of them on the car,
"Lura." 1t is $50 p. m. and
night will soon be here. Every
thing looks like summer. Trees
are green and everything looks
fine. This is an old settled
country. Soil looks good and
wheat looks immense. Corn be-
ing planted, the season is two
months ahead of Nebraska.
What great, beautiful sightto
see the wild fruit trees of the
woods in full bloom. The inspir-
alton is so bewitching / almost |
wish / was boy again, roaming
the woods, climbing the trees
and the many pranks of boyhood |
life.
Last stop before dark, Whites
borough. A fine town in a fine
I'm sorry night is here,
but we must rest our eyes as we'll
as the body, and take up the
sketch OF the trip in the morning.
This, our first days travel, and
this sketch of our trip, has all
been caught on the fly, as we
have come, and if this part of my
story does net interest the reader,
l have the pleasant satisfaction
to know that have done the best
| could while flying through
space at the rate of fifty miles an
hour, and this | do know. | have