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which I was soon comfortably housed. For several 

 days I had seen notliing but dreary, monotonous plains, 

 and now, almost another world opened to my view — a 

 world of beauty and sublimity. It was with reluc- 

 tance I left Wadsworth and crossed the Truckee River. 

 The trees, green meadows, comfortable farmhouses, and 

 well-tilled fields, were pleasant to look upon, and with 

 the prospect of soon reaching my final destination, I 

 rode on, and crossed the boundary into California. 



Truckee, although within the State of California, is 

 in the Sierra Nevada, one hundred and twenty-one 

 miles from Sacramento. The village is handsomely 

 built, the surroundings picturesque and finely timbered, 

 and there is a line of stages running to the beautiful 

 Lakes la^^e and Donner, 



