unexpected tomb," says Black Hawk, "still remains undisturbed." In the spring, summer and autumn many hundreds of visitors climb to the Tower, especially on Sunday and holidays, and while breathing the pure, healthful atmosphere, enjoy delightful views of the surrounding country and the majestic river at their feet. The Davenport family own the property, which, however, is accessible to all visitors. CHAPTER XXII. DAVENPORT TO DES MOINES. One Hundred and Forty-fifth Day. _Farm House_, NEAR BLUE GRASS, IOWA, _October 3, 1876_. Weather cold, but clear and bracing. Mounted _Paul_ at three o'clock P. M. and halted at the office of _The Democrat_, to say good-bye to Colonel Russell. On the road I overtook S. N. Garlock, a farmer, who invited me to spend the night at his house, which I agreed to do and was made very comfortable. I soon discovered that Mr. Garlock was a native of the Empire State, but came to Iowa twenty-seven years ago, and was now the owner of a prosperous farm near the village of Blue Grass. He spoke of visiting his old home in the East and his intention to proceed by way of Philadelphia and spend a day or two at the Centennial Exposition. He said that many Western people were making arrangements to go to the "Exposition" and at the same time visit their old homes and the old folks whom they had not seen for many long years. One Hundred and Forty-sixth Day. _Iowa House_, MOSCOW, IOWA, _October Fourth_. Moscow is a small agricultural hamlet twenty-nine miles west of Davenport, with a population of less than three hundred, but increasing in number as the surrounding region is occupied. On the road here from Blue Grass I found the weather becoming very cold and was compelled to dismount several times and walk some heat into my body. The country is rich in fertility of soil--generally rolling prairie. The villages along the road are said to be growing very rapidly. One Hundred an Forty-seventh Day. _St. James Hotel_, IOWA CITY, IOWA, _October Fifth_. Reached here at six o'clock P. M., fifty-five miles from Davenport. Weather, most of the day, cold, cloudy and generally disagreeable. I learn upon inquiry that the land about here for miles is, for the most part, settled by a thrifty, intelligent and enterprising people, and is well adapted to all the wants of the agriculturist. The railroad brings all the produce into market and farmers and manufacturers have their labors rewarded. The soil is a rich, black loam, and often, I am told, from five to ten feet in depth.