HUNTING FOR A PLACE TO HUNT. 



H. H. TODD. 



Our quartette had hunted together each 

 season until it became natural to ask, 

 "Where shall we go next fall?" During 

 the spring of '99 we planned a grand trip 

 to Idaho. How careful were our prepara- 

 tions ! We wrote to all parts of the State, 

 and after culling out the answers thought 

 we had struck a nugget. Three of us left 

 New York September 4, on one of the 

 luxurious trains of the New York Central. 

 The views along our beautiful Hudson, the 

 Mohawk valley, and the prosperous farms 

 and cities of Western New York, and of 



At Granger we took the Oregon Short 

 Line, to find many similar scenes, together 

 with the fertile valleys and prosperous 

 farms of Southern Idaho. At Diamond- 

 ville the track runs over the opening of a 

 coal mine, and the sidings are filled with 

 modern 50-ton steel cars loaded with black 

 diamonds awaiting shipment. Thrift and 

 progress are on every hand. Passing 

 through Oregon and Washington, we took 

 the steamer at Riparia for Lewiston, and 

 that is a delightful sail, with its many 

 turns, and steep cliffs on either side. The 



GREEN RIVER, WYOMING. 



Ohio and Indiana, passed in quick succes- 

 sion, and in a few hours we were in the 

 great city of the middle West, Chicago. 

 From there to Omaha by night shows the 

 progressiveness of the Chicago, Milwaukee 

 & St. Paul Railway, with sleepers equipped 

 with electricity and in each berth a sepa- 

 rate lamp. From Omaha by the Overland 

 Limited found us in a luxurious hotel on 

 wheels. Its dining service can not be ex- 

 celled, while the combination car, with its 

 library, periodicals, writing facilities, its 

 barber shop, bath, and cafe, to say nothing 

 of its comfortable armchairs, leaves little 

 to be wished for. The scenery is grand 

 and the changes rapid, flying past the great 

 cornfields of Nebraska, W. F. Cody's 

 ranch, and reaching the foot hills of the 

 Rockies, where with an extra engine the 

 ascent begins. At the different stations the 

 4 and 6 horse stages wait for the mail, 

 which reminds of bygone days, when they 

 were the only means of transportation 

 across the plains. The buttes of the 

 Green River valley look as though they 

 had been placed there to fortify the town. 



MONUMENT TO LIEUT. FOSTER, U. S. A., 

 COTTONWOOD, IDAHO. 



(Killed in Nez Perce War.) 



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