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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