424 OCEAN TO OCEAN ON HORSEBACK. 



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Jones House, 



D E s M o I N K s , Iowa, 



October Thirteenth. 



Mounted Paul at eight o'clock and rode twenty miles^ 

 which brought me to Des Moines. Most of the 

 journey was over prairie land; the sun shone brightly 

 and afforded me an agreeable warmth as Paul stepped 

 out bravely — cheered, possibly by the prospect of en^ 

 tering a large city and resting for a day or two. We 

 know nothing of a horse's prevision. The country 

 along my route is rich in fertility of soil, but its 

 resources are not yet fully developed. I am told that 

 but little snow falls on this prairie, the winter being 

 made up of cool, sunshiny days, and clear, frosty 

 nights. There is nothing, I think, to hinder this part 

 of Iowa from being one of the most healthy portions 

 of the United States. 



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Jones House, 

 Des Moines, Iowa, 



October Fourteenth. 



I have not seen a brighter or more stirring city in 

 my line of march than Des Moines, the capital of the 

 State of Iowa. Under the escort of Professor E. T. 

 Bo wen, city editor of The Leader^ and two other well 

 informed gentlemen, I visited the Iowa State Perpetual 

 Exposition and was introduced to the secretary, who 

 courteously showed me over the buildings. 



