Excerpt: "The rolling prairies of Iowa were taking on their richest summer hues when I crossed from Prairie du Chien to Mcgregor, the first Of June, 1868, and entered upon a three hundred mile walk across the State. "The Land Of the Sleepy," as the aboriginal name implies, was just then the land of men particularly wide awake to their own interests. I was but one of a grand army ever pushing westward - active, aggressive, and defiant of space and time. Iowa combined the advantages of both East and West, and men of all North-European races were crowding to possess it."--Page 17