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we came home not only satisfied with the orchard business. 

 i)nt satisfied with the country and the people and even the 

 climate. 



I do not know whether any of you read Walt ^lason or 

 not. He writes what some people call poetry, and w'luit 1 

 usually think is worth reading whether you call it i>oetry or 

 something else. He was out in Colorado about the same 

 time we were. After I came home I picked up in a paper 

 this little thing which he wrote after he came back, and 

 which in a way just about sized up my sentiments : — 



I have seen such sights of wonder 



In Colorado's hills, 

 Wild canyons deep as thunder, 



And peaks that gave me thrills 

 That I am weary, very 



Of sights that are sublime. 

 For the old flat prairie 



I am longing all the time. 



The mountains rise in grandeur 



Each with their snow capped dome, 

 But back in old Empory 



A fellow feels at home; 

 And when he's done his labors 



And earned his fifty cents. 

 He ])0w wows with his neighbors 



Familiar kindly gents. 



The mountains grand and hoary 



Thoughts high and noble bring, 

 But back in old Empory 



There is a creaking spring 

 Where I sit in my slippers 



On pleasant autumn nights 

 And read of pirate skippers 



And most entrancing fights. 



