VI 
EN ROUTE THROUGH PARADISE 
OU, fond reader, think this a misprint for 
“En Route to Paradise.”’ You think this 
article was penciled by this writer and you 
have heard the envious say that his chirography 
lacked excellence and legibility. Envy always 
does make itself evident when one man can write 
with a hand which Spencerian copy books would 
like to have employed in writing their copies. 
But, friend, this article was written on a type- 
writer, and is absolutely legible even to the 
/ envious. A ride through and not to paradise is 
what is talked of in this essay. 
This is an episode of a railroad track. Not 
what was seen on the far-off fringe of fields and 
sky, but what was seen between the wire fences 
which with their barbs mildly suggested that 
this breadth of ground on either side the rails 
for a rod or two belongs to the road which pays 
taxes on the chance to run through this region. 
Since writing “A Walk Along a Railroad in 
June” some years agone, I have had no occasion 
to change my mind as told there. Specially in 
prairie places, the railroad redeems and estab- 
lishes the regime which but for it has all but 
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