It is a delight to see young orchards and farmhouses, and cribs and sheds fortified against tornadoes by groves, laid out with irritating precision to confront the whirling storms from west and south.

The broad bad lands in which the tempests are raised devour the heart of the continent.
I made note of the 888-mile post beyond Omaha, but the 1,000-mile telegraph pole and tree glided away while I was catching the lights and shadows on a fearfully tumbled landscape.

The alkali has poisoned enormous tracts, and the tufts of sagebrush have a huge and sinister monotony.

Looking out early in the morning there was in our track a "gaunt grey wolf" with sharp ears, unabashed by the roar of the train.

His species find occasional scraps along the track and do not fear the trains.