G. B. CUTLER SEED CO. 
on Thursday morning, July 23rd, at 6:30 o’¬ 
clock. The first day we traveled thru South 
Dakota and Nebraska and I can tell you Mr. 
and Mrs. Farmer, that you can consider your¬ 
self lucky that you live in Minnesota, be¬ 
cause those grasshoppers left only bare corn 
stalks and weed stems in those states. That 
day we traveled 390 miles and spent the night 
in Grand Island. We drove up to a cabin 
camp and told the clerk we’d like a cabin. 
He asked, “Outside or inside room?” I said, 
“Inside, it looks like rain,” but didn’t. 
The next morning we started out bright 
and early and when we reached North Platte 
we had to turn the clock back one hour. That 
was hard luck, you see we traveled an hour 
more than we could account for. We covered 
a distance of 405 miles this day and landed 
in Laramie, Wyoming. We could see snow¬ 
capped mountains here. 
The next and final day we traveled up and 
down hills, around a thousand curves and 
across dry deserts where only sagebrush 
grew. We saw lots of cattle and horses roam¬ 
ing the range. We drove 510 miles that day 
and arrived at our daughter’s home in Poca¬ 
tello, Idaho, at 8 o’clock. Believe me! she 
and her husband were surely surprised to 
see us so soon, because we’d written them 
that we’d be seeing them Sunday or Monday. 
Pocatello is a real western city, the second 
largest in Idaho, yet it only has a population 
of 19,000. It is situated down in a valley and 
is in the heart of the Blackfoot Indian Reser¬ 
vation. Those Indians aren’t civilized at all. 
The squaws wear funny looking buckskin 
moccasins and shawls and they carry their 
papooses in crazy contraptions on their backs. 
The bucks wear cowboy hats and the old fel¬ 
lows have braids and wear a bright silk hand¬ 
kerchief around their head. I’ll tell you a 
true story about a white man who was haul- 
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