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LIFE ON THE PLAINS
October 13, 1866, page 644 (Illustrated Article)
The threatening aspect of affairs on our western frontiers leads us to illustrate on page 644 some features incident to a trip across the Plains. In regard to these sketches we shall let the artist speak in his own words:

"Our party of eight (including three artists) had quite an adventurous trip over the plains. One of our mishaps I have sketched; it is entitled ‘Storm on the Plains.’ A hurricane took down our tents and blew over heavy loaded wagons, on the night of the 9th June, near Cottonwood, Nebraska. Fortunately no serious damage resulted to any one, though many in the train were badly frightened. Ford says that just as he was crawling out of the tent his ears were saluted by a piercing wail and the pathetic cry of ‘Oh, have you seen my baby?’ He looked back and saw the tent down with his wife under it, turned his head, and lo! Over went our wagon with the horses down under it; and here was a woman before wringing her hands and screaming for her baby. ‘Les joyeuses’ are our ladies who, doffing fashionable attire, have enlivened the camp by their cheerful presence, and have made us, hungry, tired souls, much happiness with appetizing cookery. Though you have published one or two street scenes in Denver I send the one herewith, which gives a good view of the mountains beyond. It is a different view from any hitherto published, and I think from a better point.

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"’Fort Wicked," Colorado, is noted as the ranch where a brave man and wife named Godfrey held over two hundred Indians at bay for two days during the troubles last year—killing many and wounding others, and finally driving them off.
"The tide of emigration and enterprise is setting hitherward at an astonishing rate, yet it is not to be wondered at when one sees the immense wealth of this region. Denver, a city of seven thousand inhabitants, is well built, and is the commercial centre of a mining region where already over twenty millions of capital are invested in quartz mills and the like. It hardly needs the eye of a prophet to discern that as the prospective terminus of the Eastern Branch of the grandest national highway of the world—the railroad to the Pacific—and as the great outfitting place for trains to Montana, Idaho, and Utah, its growth must be rapid and its destiny that of a great city.
"Messrs. Bayard Taylor, Wm. H. Beard, Whiteridge, and Major-General Pope, are traversing this region. I have only met Beard; but expect to meet him and Mr. Taylor in the South, whither I am now journeying.

"By courtesy of Fred Eckfeldt, Esq., Melter and Refiner, United States Branch Mint, at Denver, I was shown through all the departments of that establishment, and send a sketch of the Assay Room."

October 13, 1866, page 644 (Illustrated Article)

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