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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 song

birds- 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- and then only two feet from them a boiling 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