Some days I will add one new day from the diary some days more, I hope you enjoy and if you are studying the Gold Rush this will help make your study more personal.
April 24, 1897 – Montana is the country we are going through. Ground covered with snow. The mountain scenery is immense. There seems to be very good farming lands. There are two huge engines to our train, larger than I ever saw in Ohio. We passed a smelting mill in Prickly Pear Junction that used to smelt 250 carloads of ore per day, giving work to 500 hands. At present has only 300 owing to depression in sliver. The distance across the plains, what we would take to be a mile or so, was about forty miles. While enjoying the beautiful scenery we longed for the family, were it only to enjoy the indescribable scenery as we glided along.
One of our fellow passengers is a Norwegian by the name of Rees. His name would indicate Welsh blood. Another is an old gentleman upwards of 70 years old; very good company, has traveled all over the United States;
quite familiar with the scenery as we pass along, having been along the road twelve different times; thinks the state of Washington is the one for farmers to make a home and fortune. We went though two long tunnels; had to wind around the mountain so as to get to the top.
Canyons were deep. We could look down almost straight, which was anything but pleasant. We thought of the smashup should we go over.
We are now on the highest point of the Rocky Mountains, 5,583 feet above see level.