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Show 40 WESTERN WILDS. side of us a train jest like our'n, only the men an' bosses ten times as big, an' jist as like as not they'd raise in the air an' move off upside down. It was sort o' skeery, an' no mistake. We left four or five dead bosses on that tract, but when we got to Carson River, it was too pretty a sight to tell about. There was sweet, clean water an' grass an' trees an' trains strung along for miles a restin' their stock. Somo of our men run right into the water an' swallowed an' swallowed till they staggered like drunk men. All the rest of the way was in the mount-ains, but grass and water was plenty, an' the trees how I did admire to see ' em! Hundreds o' miles I hadn't seen a bush as thick as my thumb. " Well, we was into Californy at last, an' it looked like heaven to me. There was big trees, an' the wind blowin' soft away up in their tops; an' the pretty clear streams down the mountain side an' through the gulch-es made music all day. In some places the air was jist sweet that blowed out o' the " MADE MUSIC A!.,, DAY." pj ne ^^ ^ week after week the sky was so blue, an' the air so soft, it seemed like a man could stand any thing. An' no matter how hard you worked in the day, or how hot it was, it was always so cool an' nice at night; you could sleep anywheres on the ground or on a pile o' limbs, in the house or out o' doors, an' never catch cold. |
