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winter season hereafter. The Governor thinks I can get over there in about a month; and he is going along. If half what I hear about the Middle Park be true- it is not a whit short of Paradise. There are the sweetest songbirds- the grandest display of flowers- delicious water-brooks meander through groves carpeted with the freshest unclear unclear. Wheat and oats grow and ripen spontaneously. Ripe strawberries offer you their lusious selves, taking special pains to grow close to a snowbank. And if you should get sick- there are the waters which will prolong your days, that you may live to be as old as Methusala's Great-Great grand parent. And it is at Grand Springs where I am to locate. Just think of it! A Soda Spring- a clear sparkling pure cold water spring discharging 100bbls per hour- and falling a distance of twelve feet from an overhanging Rock. One gentleman seriously tells me that he caught 300 speckled trout over there in one