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A TRIP FROM THE MISSOURI RIVER

TO THE

Rocky MOUNTAINS.

Kansas City! shouts the porter of the handsome
Pullman Palace Car, and gathering up my belongings
I step out upon the platform of the Kansas City Union
Depot, into which eight different Railways are pouring
their quota of pleasure-seeking, fortune-hunting, busy
humanity. Verily, man, by means of the iron highway
and its steam courser, has almost conquered time and
space, and made a journey on this great continent, from

Occident to Orient, once such a fearful undertaking,
| now a matter of but trivial importance and the greatest
| ease.
| Two days ago I was walking down Broadway, New
York, and in another day and a half I shall be prom-

 

enading the streets of Denver, at the foot of the Rocky
Mountains. Wonderful, but true.

However, I anticipate.

I have but time to glance at Kansas City as I pass |
through. A most striking city, this great key to the

riches of the famed West, and probably never a one