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Title: Highways and byways of the Rocky Mountains
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, The Macmillan company (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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air; but he hated to give up that farm. Thesoil was as black as your hat and not a pebble in it. Theres a good deal of such land in this country,but we have other sorts, too. Once in a while you findgumbo, and if its dry and you strike a regular patch ofit while youre ploughing, the plough will jump rightup in the air. If its wet the sun soon drys what yourplough tips over into chunks that are as hard as pavingbricks. Then theres clay soil—Gee whiz! you walkthrough that in the spring, and your shoes will gatherit up till theyre three feet across. Its fierce, aint it,Seth .? and the barber turned to the young man withthe newspaper. I wouldnt live on a farm if youd give me one,Seth responded. Its too lonesome. The neighborsare a mile apart—yes, all of that. Besides, the wintersare too cold, and the roads get too drifted. After asnowstorm, if the wind blows, you want to get undercover. How it will stack the snow up! Ive been ontop of drifts so high I could touch the telegraph lines.
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Advising the boys A Dakota Paradise 275 Snowdrifts—why heres where we raise em, de-clared the barber; and its one beauty of this countrythat you dont have to buy coal but eleven months inthe year. The other month you sift ashes or sit aroundwith your overcoat on. Ive seen the mercury take sucha drop that we had to hook three thermometers together,one below the other, to get the record. Someone im-ported a Klondike thermometer, but it froze to death.It couldnt live here at all. Yes, at times its so cold wehave to go outdoors backward. If you try to walk outstraight ahead your breath freezes in front of you in asolid mass that brings you to a standstill. Thirtydegrees below zero is nothing here. We go around allday and never mind it. The wind doesnt blow at suchtimes; it seems to be frozen up. Of course, during thecold season, this aint no summer resort nor anythinglike that, but the freezing point in the damp atmos-phere of Chicago is worse than zero in our dry air. Its one blessing

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