. From the Atlantic to the Pacific; reminiscences of pioneer life and travels across the continent, from New England to the Pacific ocean, by an old soldier. Also a graphic account of his army experiences in the Civil war . ur labors were sometimes arduous in the openingand clearing of a new farm and getting it into astate of cultivation. But the trivial burdens of lifeare a pleasure, when our uppermost thought is thatwe are working for the upbuilding of a home andin the interest of those we love. A Lonely Ride. It was in early winter while my dear wife was FROM THE ATLANTIC TO THE PACIFIC 23
. From the Atlantic to the Pacific; reminiscences of pioneer life and travels across the continent, from New England to the Pacific ocean, by an old soldier. Also a graphic account of his army experiences in the Civil war . ur labors were sometimes arduous in the openingand clearing of a new farm and getting it into astate of cultivation. But the trivial burdens of lifeare a pleasure, when our uppermost thought is thatwe are working for the upbuilding of a home andin the interest of those we love. A Lonely Ride. It was in early winter while my dear wife was FROM THE ATLANTIC TO THE PACIFIC 23 away on a few days visit to her fathers home thatI had an occasion to go to the county seat, 28miles away. I started in the morning on horse-back, expecting to return before dark, and arrivedthere about mid-day. Being delayed in getting mybusiness transacted I did not get started back untilnearly sundown. Some of my friends there ad-vised me to stop all night and not think of goingback over the lonely prairie after dark. I had leftstock that would need attention and I had arrangedto be back that night and started homeward. Dark-ness overtook us when on the edge of the settlementsome six or seven miles from the CHASED BY WOLVES. From this point for the next fifteen miles therewas no settlement or building of any kind. Theroute lay across the smooth level prairie, burnedover. It being traveled but a very little it was dif-ficult to discern the slight track after darkness hadsurrounded us. I had great confidence in the fa-vorite mare that I rode, for I had frequently rodeher across many miles of trackless prairie and shewould always follow the same track homeward. So 24 FROM THE ATLANTIC TO THE PACIFIC I always after dark let her do the guiding. Afterriding- about five miles from the last settlementthere was a nice little stream that was skirted withquite a growth of timber. After crossing thisstream my animal seemed to be uneasy and actfrightened. I looked at my right and
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