Lincoln Sentinel, July 16, 1903
A Flying Trip to California, Oregon and Washington
Good-by Southern California. By all your loving kindness, you have won our hearts....
"All aboard for San Francisco." The shore line of the southern Pacific Ocean. Man cannot describe it. ... The scenery is just magic for a dry land fellow. Every rock and lighthouse, ship or little boat or ocean breeze. Let others speak of the glories of San Francisco, a city of 350,000 inhabitants, lots of people everywhere, lots of old small wooden buildings and some nice new ones. Chinatown is there, too. We saw it, but did not explore its mysteries. We had only a few hours in town.
The only Lincoln exiles we could find in San Francisco were Tom Talbott and family, of Spring Creek, Lincoln County, Kan. They live on a big hill near the sky, and gave us a Lincoln welcome. Their daughter, Edna, is a Sabbath school teacher, as her mother was here a Sabbath school superintendent. Edna's husband, Mr. Saden, showed us through the union iron works and how they made the battleship Oregon. They have many iron ships in construction, and great cannon. Uncle Sam spends many millions there. We also saw an iron ship that could dive and swim under water, and attach [sic; probably attack] war vessels. But we must not trust in these. "Blessed is the man whose God is the Lord." ...
Mt. Shasta is over 14,000 feet high, and snow-clad and for many miles the railroads keep in sight of this, and run through deep ravines, and steep hillsides and near gold mines and forest trees, till at last it landed us at Ashland, the home of Edgar Pratt and family. We heard little children cry "cherries, strawberries" and on what fine baskets for 10 cents. Here we received a fine Mitchell county, Kan., welcome. He has a blessed good wife and three boys and a farm with a fruit orchard, and a gold mine on it. The trout stream nearby comes from a snow-clad mountain and furnishes the town with water enough to irrigate all the gardens and give them electric lights. A little trip up that stream to see the falls made us feel young again. Edgar reported only one-third of an inch of rain in three months, a wonderful thing for Oregon, the wet land.