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the stream there are large cottonwoods, sometimes forming groves, and 

 sometimes scattered out on grassy lawns, thus forming pleasant parks. 

 In other places there are thickets of ash, choke-cherry, and other trees, 

 fringed with shrubbery, often draped with Clematis and bordered by 

 weeds, grasses, and flowers. In such a place until recently stood the 

 cabin, once occupied by the man, who is now the President of the 

 United States, Theodore Roosevelt. The ranchers in the vicinity are 

 proud to have known him, glad to have a President who has been 

 among them and known the west as well as the east, and delighted to 

 see a man in the presidential chair who gets things done. We after- 

 ward passed by the site of the cabin, in which he' had lived, but which 

 had been removed to the Portland Exposition. 



From our elevated position we again descend into the ravines among 

 the hills, following a road which leads to the river. We stop at the 

 cabin of an old trapper, Mr. Lebo, near the bank of the stream, and 

 partake of a dinner served in the good old style of a frontier bachelor. 

 We change horses and again start southward, going across a flat, and 

 ascend a little narrow wooded ravine, which winds among the hills. 

 Previous to this we had seen some cedar trees on the steep bluffs, but 

 here for the first time the hills are dotted with pine trees, and their 

 northern limit is marked by a long ravine, which comes from the east- 

 ward and opens on the river valley at the ranch of Mr. I.ebo. Soon 

 we are on high grassy hills away from the river, which here comes 

 from the westward and then suddenly turns to the northward. The 

 road is now more level, as we are leaving the narrow steep ravines and 

 abrupt slopes. To use a common expression, we are "getting out of 

 the breaks. ' ' From here to Sand Creek postoffice the road is partly 

 on the higher ground and partly in the valley of Sand Creek, a stream 

 which rises in White, or Chalk, Butte and flows northward through a 

 comparatively shallow valley with grassy hills and occasional cut-banks 

 on either side to the Little Missouri River. 



Leaving the stage here, I walked westward to what is called " The 

 Logging Camp " (a part of the Little Missouri Horse Ranch), which 

 is located on the river. The house stands near the bank of the stream 

 and above are bluffs with baked rock, red and yellow in color, which 

 contains many fossil leaves, and people sometimes go there to gather 

 them. I went northward from the house to see Mr. Hanson, the over- 

 seer, and thus had an opportunity to observe an interesting phenomenon 

 of erosion. The river here makes two ox-bow curves something like 



