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money enough to pay cash for a snug 
little irrigated farm in New Mexico. 
Heavens, what a price for a farm! 
He said that he had ten years pay 
checks that he had never cashed. 
What a beautiful example of trust 
in Santa Fe. And what a medley of 
men it is necessary to fill up the odd 
corners of our great, big, strapping, 
wonderful country. 
The desert is a place of awful 
winds. ‘The terrible heat rises, other 
air is sucked in, and the result is those 
terrible sand storms you have read of, 
The winds pick the sand up by ship 
loads, and scatter everywhere. Man 
or beast, caught out in the open, finds 
his own grave, for there is no facing 
or breathing this gale of hot, penetrat- 
ing, smothering sand. 
It is a country of great temperature 
changes, and pneumonia is prevalent 
and deadly. You will be surprised at 
this, because you never heard of it, 
but remember there are mighty few 
men to die of anything out there, and 
press reporters are as scarce as water 
and society. : 
The summer heat is something aw- 
ful, and the section man told me the 
mercury goes to 135, and that a piece 
of metal laid into the sun would burn 
blisters on the hand that touched it. 
Even in winter the noon heat is ter- 
riffic and but for the day being cloudy 
he said I would have found it almost 
unbearable in the sun. A change of 
from 50 to 80 degrees from noon to 
midnight is not unusual and there is 
where the dreaded pneumonia finds 
its place to reap. Many of the sta- 
tions have double roofs, to help shut 
out the sun’s fearful heat. 
There are many rivers that rise in 
the mountains north and east, but few 
if any have mouths. They flow down 
into this land of heat and the sand 
sucks them up. 
There are many sinks, big pot-holes, 
in this desert that no doubt were once 
lakes, filled with powdered alkali dust, 
and when rain does fall, it makes of 
those beds deadly poison, and no ani- 
mal will touch it. 
If the wolves would not eat it, a 
dead body would soon become a per- 
fect mummy in this desert—the air 
being so very dry and the sun so aw- 
fully hot. 
I never so welcomed a train as that 
which took me out of the Arizona des- 
ert that night. And yet I would like 
to go back. 
Nature says this is her country and 
forbids you, yet at the same time she 
beckons you—a spider’s bait. There 
is something about it that draws. You 
want some hardy companions, a good 
guide, an outfit that can stave off hun- 
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When You Can't Get Out 
VER quarantined at home? It gets awfully tire- 
some after a few days. 
With a telephone there is no isolation. 
You can go calling any time without leaving the house. 
The telephone brings good cheer and encouragement to 
the sick. 
Your telephone service is universal —it reaches 
everywhere. 
If you want to know the cost of a message to any 7 
point ask for the toll operator. 
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ger and thirst, and then go back and 
see what is just over that range, and 
the next one and the next. 
Robert Service, in Colliers, ex- 
presses what I am trying to say, and STARR C. HEWHT 
he does it so much easier: »2zQOPTICIAN.:: 
There’s a land where the mountains 158 Essex Street, SALEM 
are nameless, . 
And the rivers all run God knows 
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There are lives that are erring and 
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158 Essex Street, Salem 
There are valleys unpeopled and 
still ; 
There’s a land—oh, it beckons and 
beckons, 
And I want to go back—and I will. 
