IN DAKOTA, 79 
turns year by year. Fuller outlines of this method 
of investment, the reader will find in a former con- 
versation with Mr. Bright on this subject in the pre- 
ceding pages. 
} MY FRIEND SNYDER. 
When I had concluded my conversation’ with Mr. 
Bright, my old friend, Robert Snyder, came along. 
‘Come and see us,” he said, in that bluff, hearty way 
of his, ‘“‘and come to make a long visit, for I want 
you to tell me about Dakota, and I know it will take 
you a week to tell me all [ want to know about it. 
They tell all sorts of stories about it here, and a fel- 
low don’t know what to believe. Unless you have 
changed a good deal since you went out there, I know 
you'll tell me the truth.” 
‘What kind of stories do they tell, Rob 2” I en- 
quired. 
“Well, one side will tell about blizzards, and cy- 
clones, and drouth, and sod houses, and dug-outs and 
all that, and the other will tell about forty bushels 
of wheat, and a hundred bushels of oats, and eighty 
of corn to the acre, and big squashes and turnips and 
potatoes and melons till you can’t rest. I want to 
know just how it is, anyhow, whether I ever go there 
or not. And I don’t think I will.” 
AN ILLINOIS SUPPER. 
And so a few days afterwards we went to Rob’s 
and had a grand good time, as everybody does who 
goes there. The first evening, after supper—a gen- 
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