Out from Wymore, past fields of golden grain already in the sheaf, and
nicely growing corn waving in the wind. Now it is gently rolling, and
now bluffy, crossing many little streams, and now a great grassy
meadow. But here is what I wrote, and as it may convey a better idea of
the country, I will give my notes just as I took them as I rode along:
ODELL,
A town not so large by half as Wymore. Three great long corn cribs, yet
well filled. About the only fence is the snow fence, used to prevent
the snow from drifting into the cuts. Grass not so tall as seen on the
Reservation. Here are nicely built homes, and the beginners' cabins
hiding in the cosy places. Long furrows of breaking for next year's
planting. The streams are so like narrow gullies, and so covered with
bushes and trees that one has to look quick and close to see the dark
muddy water that covers the bottom.
DILLER,
A small town, but I know the "Fourth" was here by the bowery or dancing
platforms, and the flags that still wave. Great fields of corn and
grassy stretches. Am watching the banks, and I do believe the soil is
running out, only about a foot until it changes to a clay. Few homes.
INDIAN CREEK.
Conductor watching to show me the noted "Wild Bill's" cabin, and now
just through the cut he points to a low log cabin, where Wild Bill
killed four men out of six, who had come to take his life, and as they
were in the wrong and he in the right, he received much praise, for
thus ridding the world of worse than useless men, and so nobly
defending government property, which they wanted to take out of his
hands. There is the creek running close to the cabin, and up the hill
from the stream is the road that was then the "Golden Trail," no longer
used by gold seekers, pony-express riders, stage drivers, wild Indians,
and emigrants that then went guarded by soldiers from Fort Kearney. The
stream is so thickly wooded, I fancy it offered a good hiding place,
and was one of the dangerous passes in the road; but here we are at
ENDICOTT,
A town some larger than those we have passed. Is situated near the
centre of the southern part of Jefferson county. Now we are passing
through a very fine country with winding streams. I stand at the rear
door, and watch and write, but I cannot tell all.
REYNOLDS,
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