The Paxton, Omaha, Nebraska,
May 27, 1887.
Got to Council Bluffs on Missouri river at noon today. The ride through Southwestern Iowa was lovely, I am astonished at the beauty of the country, it isn't a bit like Illinois or Indiana, it is more like Ireland! Tell you what, I am going to have a MAGNIFICENT time on this Oregon trip.
Council Bluffs and Omaha are like Cambridge and Boston, 3 miles apart and on opposite sides of the Missouri river. I am now 413 miles from St. Louis, about 1700 from you and 1820 from Portland. I left my luggage in the station at Council Bluffs and came over to investigate Omaha. With the delightful sense of important work well accomplished I feel skylarky. O it is such a heavenly day, and after the awful heat of St. Louis I am enjoying my 7 hours' wait for the Pacific train. I have had a grand walk with lovely view of the Missouri river, a most refreshing cold bath, shampoo and excellent dinner here at Paxton House: the hotel is owned and conducted by The Kitchen Bros. The beer here is good. I am now going to have a drive in a hansom cab ending up at the station. Go back to Council Bluffs where I get on to the Pullman car which I don't leave until I reach Portland at 10 A.M. Tuesday. They say the Pullman service on the Union Pacific is particularly good.
Holton House, Portland, Oregon,
June 3, 1887.
Here I am, with eyes and head almost tired out with looking, and trying to take in all the wonders of this wonderful country.
I found the big train awaiting me at Council Bluffs and left there at 7.50. The train was of 17 cars with two stout locomotives. My car was extremely luxurious with an awfully jolly colored porter in at