CHAPTER XXII. 



DAVENPORT TO DES MOINES. 



®ue ^unireir aub Jortu-ftftl) JDaw. 



Farm House, 



Near Blue Grass, Iowa, 



October 3, 1876. 



jEATHER cold, but clear and bracing. 

 Mounted Paul at three o'clock p. M. 

 and halted at the office of The Democrat, 

 to say good-bye to Colonel Russell. On 

 the road I overtook S. N. Garlock, a 

 farmer, who invited me to spend the 

 night at his house, which I agreed to do 

 and was made very comfortable. I soon 

 discovered that Mr. Garlock was a 

 native of the Empire State, but came to Iowa twenty- 

 seven years ago, and was now the owner of a pros- 

 perous farm near the village of Blue Grass. He spoke 

 of visiting his old home in the East and his intention 

 to proceed by way of Philadelphia and spend a day or 

 two at the Centennial Exposition. He said that many 

 Western people were making arrangements to go to 

 the " Exposition " and at the same time visit their old 

 homes and the old folks whom they had not seen for 

 many long years. 

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