The First Eight Months of Oklahoma City.


The North Canadian river winding so beautifully around Oklahoma City waters and drains the garden valley of the world. Its general course is from north-west to south-east and it can be truly said that an earthly existence along its shores is an endless lullaby. It is from ten to fifteen rods wide and the average depth of its waters is three feet. It abounds in fish of many kinds and the water is always perfectly pure.

It is the finest stream in the Oklahoma country and is the only one capable of furnishing water power sufficient for manufacturing purposes. The current is vigorous and the fall is twenty-eight feet to the mile through the canal. The course of the river is tortuous and as it winds hither and thither through the fertile valley, to each portion of the land equal facilities, one is with the thought that the country in and around Oklahoma City is like unto the one where Lot pitched his tent "well watered."

The timber along the river teems with game such as elk, deer, bear, wild cat, catamount, opossum, raccoon, squirrel, badger, lynx and wolf, while on the uplands there are quail, turkey and chickens in countless millions.

The heavy belt of timber along the river's course yield an abundance of posts and rails, and furnishes an inexhaustible supply of fuel. Elm, coffee bean, hackberry, oak, walnut and cottonwood constitute the varieties. Away from the river there are large groves of upland timber which are composed chiefly of white oak. Some of these groves cover hundreds of acres of land and their supply of timber for all practical purposes will last for years and years to come.

The valley of the North Canadian, rich in soil, beautiful to the eye, is the ultima thule for the traveler, the scientist, the invalid, the dreamer and the farmer. It baubles with health giving springs and is destined to become the world's greatest sanitarium. The air is pure, the sky fleecy and soft, and so infinitely far above that it opens to the imagination undreamed of flights toward heaven. Luxuriant vegetation is seen on every side while the perennial odor of a myriad of shrubs, ferns and flowers, delight the soul, and that forever without the bidding of wish or touch of labor.

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Nature's hand in this wonderful valley is forever open. The prodigal productiveness of the soil is marvelous. So naturally advantageous and beautiful, it is beyond the ken of mortals to describe what it will be in the bye and bye when the brain, muscle and energy of the American people develop it. The change of living in this valley when accustomed to the more obdurate climes of the east and north, is like a short benediction after a long sensational sermon. It is a surprise, and traveling in this valley new surprises are found every day. There is a something in the very air that brings an actual sense of rest. It is a mature glory; one of nature's poems, and while lulling and soothing tired men and jaded women, it does not enervate like the climate of the tropics, but fires the blood, puts light behind the eyes and polishes his intellect. They dream new dreams and sing new songs and can be likened to Lazzaroni unconsciously possessing heaven.

The valley of the North Canadian is a veritable Garden of Eden. Natural splendors glisten upon every hand. The soil will produce every plant, fruit and cereal known in the United States. There are no droughts, no cyclones, no grasshoppers, no floods, no devastating rains or storms. It is the happy average of every joy and rest known to the world. It is the mundane "home of the soul." Come, live and be happy.