After the last glimpse of their loved ones had been lost by a sudden
bend in the road, they settled down to making themselves comfortable. It
was expected that they would make connection in St. Paul with the
western through train bound for Seattle. Then would begin the grandest
ride on the whole American continent, over boundless plains, and finally
up into the majestic mountains.
Day and night they would be carried swiftly onward across the many miles
of entrancing scenery. Wonderful sights would fall to their portion.
St. Paul was reached in due season, and once more they started forth,
this time headed west, with the hunting-land beckoning them on.
"Tell me about this, will you!" remarked Jerry, after they had crossed
the broad prairies and were climbing the tremendous heights that lie
like a barrier between the center of the continent and the Pacific
Slope. "How much more of it do we have before us, Frank? I'm getting so
filled with wonder and awe that my tongue is getting into a rut with
saying 'Ah!' so much."
"Less than a day will see us through now.
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