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Jones' Pantoscope of California - Part 1 (33 pages)
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Page: of 33
JONES’ PANTOSCOPE OF CALIFORNIA 113
Over these broad plains roams the wild buffalo and his Indian Pursuers.
There is nothing striking in the way of scenery Except the wild,
turbid, Island dotted, Platte River, until we arrive at the Junction of
the North, with the South Platte river where Ash hollow is indicated.
A short distance further on Chimney Rock towers to a great hight
Laramie Peak glistens in perpetual snow Then Devils Gate is seen,
a dark gap through which the sweet water forces a passage The great
South pass of the Rockey Mountains is marked distinctly, by two
Little twin Mounds Termed “buttes” by the Mountaineers Thence
by a south westerly route, we meander through a mountainous picturesque region to the Great salt Lake the home of the Mormons
North of the Lake within the Territory of Oregon Steeple Rocks
are seen cutting against the desert beyond. Thence winding through
a volcanic region, amid stupendous Basalt column’s we strike the Humbolt river, Down which we follow, as it meanders through a region
of dreariness and desolation, to the great American desert where it is
lost among the parched sand’s. Thence crossing the dessert We strike
the Carson river at its sink, seen in the remote corner of the Picture
and thence winding through the most terrific defiles and over the perpetually snow covered Sierra Nevada Mountains we find ourselves in
Hangtown California.
The City of St Joseph on the Missouri River, four hundred and
fifty miles northwest of St Louis, is one of the grand points of rendevous for the thousands annually Journeying westward to Oregon or
California. A few Years since it was but a small trading post with
the Indians Now, It has a population of Several Thousand inhabitents Manufactories and brick buildings are quite numerous. Missouri
steamers are approaching the landing Loaded with Emmigration These
bidding farewell to Civilization and home cross the turbid Missouri
and find themselves at once in the (in the) territory of Nebraska
here occupied by the Otto and Omoha Indians. Scattered Miserable
remnants of once powerful tribes A short distance in the plains
we arrive at the Jowa Indian Mission a noble monument of Christian
philanthropy. Erected at great expence by the Presbyterian board of
foreign Missions. Mr. Irwin a zealous Missionary has long been
laboring with these tribes. Within the Edifice is a printing press
Where young indians have been instructed to print a bible and grammer in their own Language. Unable to induce the adult Indians
Within the Chapel to worship, The missionary takes the bible under
his arm, and follows them out into the Prairies and groves and preaches
to them whenever he can find them
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