As promised in yesterday’s post: Mr. Johnson’s description of Reno, Nevada:

“Reno is one of the most promising towns in the county. It is situated on a high elevation, on the Central Pacific railroad, in the county of Washoe, State of Nevada. As you enter the town from the west, you pass through a broad street; on your right is the railroad and on your left are many fine houses. In front is the depot, a large fine building, comprising both depot and hotel. About twenty rods from the depot there is a sharp bend in the road to the right, which carries you over the railroad and then it bends again sharply to the left. On the right of this road are two long brick blocks, which contain a number of stores in which all kinds of merchandise can be found for sale — dry goods or wet, hardware or soft, whiskies and lemons, etc. All teams have to pass this point and in passing I stopped, there was plenty of room to give others the right of way.

“Having a time table in my pocket I looked at it, and found that the morning trains had all passed and the trains in the afternoon were late. There are but four trains per day over this road — two from the west and two from the east, one express and one freight each way. You are able to see but a short distance up or down the road, the roads being so winding. The road lies between the railroad and the river mostly, especially in the canyon. In front is a bend in the river, there I am obliged to cross the railroad to my left. I went on but a short distance before I re-crossed — being now between the railroad and river. Going farther, I came to another sharp bend in the river to my left; here I crossed the railroad and my route then lay over the mountain.

“Having crossed over I went into camp and fed my cattle with grain. I made up my bed and lay down to rest but could not sleep as there were too many wild animals around for comfort. I kept a good fire burning all night.”

To be continued …