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RECREATION, 



broken and interesting country. 

 The hills rise higher and steeper on 

 both sides the river ; we have been 

 gradually rising all day, and begin to 

 appreciate the fact that we are getting 

 well on our road to the Rocky 

 Mountains and that we are rising in 

 the world. I shot a large long-billed 

 curlew this evening, and saw two 

 prairie chickens and a number of 

 ducks which were, however, too wild 

 for me to get a shot at. We are getting 

 into a better game country. This 

 feeling was increased by Mr. D. 

 sending us some fine slices of ven- 

 son, killed to-day by the Indians. 



"We meet every day trains coming 

 in from Pike's Peak, the wagons 

 mostly drawn by oxen, and filled 

 with men who look as if thev had 



had a hard time of it out in the gold 

 diggin's. They are ragged and dirty 

 enough to have been away from 

 water and their wives for the last six 

 months. Now and then a woe- 

 begone woman is seen in the wagons, 

 and everybody looks at us as we 

 pass as if glad to see a face just from 

 1 the States.' " 



The travel described in this paper 

 from Fort Kearney up was all along 

 the main Platte and its South Fork. 

 In the next paper we shall cross the 

 South Fork at a ford, in the midst of 

 great excitment, and turning up one 

 of its branches, Lodge Pole Creek, 

 cross over to the North Fork of the 

 Platte, follow up that, and in the next 

 succeeding paper reach the far-famed 

 post of Fort Laramie. 



EDWARD RICHARDS. 



This is a correct likeness of Master 

 Edward Richards, of California, aged 17 

 years, who, at Stockton, Cal., on August 5 

 last, using American E. C. powder, broke 98 

 targets out of a possible 100, making the 

 record of his State for a youth of his age, if 

 not the best record on targets ever made by 

 a resident of California. He is a good shot 

 on live birds, both pt the trap and in the 

 field, and in the tournaments in which he 

 has participated this year, has made the older 

 trap shots of the Pacific coast hustle for their 

 laurels. Master Richards shoots a steady, 

 even race, one day with another, keeping 

 well up with the best scores made in any 

 event. His friends confidently expect to see 

 him wear the State championship badge 

 within two years. 



An old farmer up in Cayuga count}' has a corn-crib 

 built in the shape of an L. In the angle thus formed 

 he teaches his bull pups to chew each other. He calls 

 it his Corn L College. 



Artist — I painted this picture, sir, to keep the wolf 

 from the door. 



Dealer — Well, I'd advise you to hang it on the knob, 

 where the wolf can see it.— Tit-Bits. 



Now come the days when maidens all, 



Without a law to hinder, 

 Drag stacks of red leaves from the woods 



To throw them out the winder. 



