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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 verdure.

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