Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . ^some hot springs and a sulphur lake smoking off inthe distance on our left. The mountains rose to theright above our route, bare and bald. We came toFish Springs Ranch in the midst of this lonely. BY THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY 151 country and stopped for luncheon. Our host wasa tall and powerfully built elderly ranchman in ablue jumper. A younger man lived with him andthe two did their cooking and eating in a little logand stone house, near the main ranch house. Heexplained to us that he kept the little house becauseit was once a station on the Wells Far
Across the continent by the Lincoln Highway . ^some hot springs and a sulphur lake smoking off inthe distance on our left. The mountains rose to theright above our route, bare and bald. We came toFish Springs Ranch in the midst of this lonely. BY THE LINCOLN HIGHWAY 151 country and stopped for luncheon. Our host wasa tall and powerfully built elderly ranchman in ablue jumper. A younger man lived with him andthe two did their cooking and eating in a little logand stone house, near the main ranch house. Heexplained to us that he kept the little house becauseit was once a station on the Wells Fargo stageroute. Horace Greeley ate at this table when hecame on his historic Western trip, and so I keepthe place standing, he said. His young helpercooked our meal in the back room and our hostserved it in the front one. We had fried eggs, po-tatoes, pickles, cheese, bread, butter, and tea, and anappetizing cup cake cut in square pieces. I no-ticed a White House Cook Book lying on a littletable near by. Our host was very some of them sweet pickles, folks. Do weraise cattle here ? You bet we do. I have had thisranch over thirty years. As we left him he warnedus that we were now entering the Great AmericanDesert and that
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