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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 4, Fall 1945

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Coslet of Helena, Mont. However, circumstances made it impossible for him to make the trip. Therefore when I found that I was routed thru his city, I wired ahead and he met me for the ten minutes or so that the train was there. He is not yet well-known in fandom, but is making plans to remedy that situation shortly. He is much interested, and interesting, and should soon have a real place with us.

Through most of the journey after leaving Fargo I had been doing a lot of looking at scenery. It being my first trip through the mountains (although I have crossed the Eastern mountains several times, and did see some on my trip to Denver), and being such a guy as it a great lover of the outdoors (when seen from the comfort of an observation car on a fast train), I spent most of my waking hours in said observation car observing the mountains and other scenery as it passed in review. And I was vastly thrilled as we climbed higher and higher towards the Continental Divide, with the peaks growing higher and yet higher than even the high points of the roadbed. It was a beautiful journey that will linger long in my memory.

So we reached Butte, home of the "richest hill on earth". Ah, I says to myself, says I, "here is virgin territory. Let us hope there are bookshops here. for here I should find treasure indeed!" So in spite of the heat, I hied me into town and found me a bookstore. Not a large one, but it should have been adequate. So I went in and began browsing around. The proprietor soon came up and asked if I was looking for something special. Dissumulating as best I might, I casually inquired if he had any books by Taine? No, he hadn't seen any for several years. Did he have any Merritt? asked I, holding my breath and hoping. Oh, says he, you're one of those Fantasy collectors, are you. I merely turned on my heel and left the shop without a word. What chance has a poor collector when even in such non-fan places the dealers know about us? Oh, whoa is I!

A lunch, then, and soon the train for Salt Lake City. A fairly good night on the sleeper, and the next morning in the beautiful valley running alongside the Wasatch Range of mountains. Beautiful country! So into Ogden and Salt Lake City. This latter is the cleanest and most lovely city I have ever seen. Wide streets, well-kept and splendid business buildings, besides the great Mormon  Temple, Tabernacle and other buildings. They were working on the great organ in the Tabernacle, whether testing, tuning or repairing I do not know. So I heard only occasional notes on it, and no concert or other playing.

Found one fine bookstore there, and while the proprietor knew of our clan, he merely happened to be out of the books I especially wanted, but I did pick up several fine volumes, including Andivius Hedulio of Edward Lucan White, which I was most anxious to find. Also an extra copy of his Unwilling Vestal. Later I get another copy of An.. He.. (I refuse to try to spell it twice), so now I have a copy of each for trading purposes. Wanna trade?

The following morning, I was once more on my way. My greatest regret from my visit at SLC was that I was unable to go south to Nephi to visit newfan Florence Stephenson, and that she was unable to come up to SLC to see me. But I did phone her, and have hopes that sometime before too long we may be able to meet.

Another long stretch of riding brought me into Oakland, California. I should state that I had no trouble at any time getting on the trains I wanted, only that some of the jumps I could not get Pullman

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Coslet of Helena, Mont. However, circumstances made it impossible for him to make the trip. Therefore when I found that I was routed thru his city, I wired ahead and he met me for the ten minutes or so that the train was there. He is not yet well-known in fandom, but is making plans to remedy that situation shortly. He is much interested, and interesting, and should soon have a real place with us. Through most of the journey after leaving Fargo I had been doing a lot of looking at scenery. It being my first trip through the mountains (although I have crossed the Eastern mountains several times, and did see some on my trip to Denver), and being such a guy as it a great lover of the outdoors (when seen from the comfort of an observation car on a fast train), I spent most of my waking hours in said observation car observing the mountains and other scenery as it passed in review. And I was vastly thrilled as we climbed higher and higher towards the Continental Divide, with the peaks growing higher and yet higher than even the high points of the roadbed. It was a beautiful journey that will linger long in my memory. So we reached Butte, home of the "richest hill on earth". Ah, I says to myself, says I, "here is virgin territory. Let us hope there are bookshops here. for here I should find treasure indeed!" So in spite of the heat, I hied me into town and found me a bookstore. Not a large one, but it should have been adequate. So I went in and began browsing around. The proprietor soon came up and asked if I was looking for something special. Dissumulating as best I might, I casually inquired if he had any books by Taine? No, he hadn't seen any for several years. Did he have any Merritt? asked I, holding my breath and hoping. Oh, says he, you're one of those Fantasy collectors, are you. I merely turned on my heel and left the shop without a word. What chance has a poor collector when even in such non-fan places the dealers know about us? Oh, whoa is I! A lunch, then, and soon the train for Salt Lake City. A fairly good night on the sleeper, and the next morning in the beautiful valley running alongside the Wasatch Range of mountains. Beautiful country! So into Ogden and Salt Lake City. This latter is the cleanest and most lovely city I have ever seen. Wide streets, well-kept and splendid business buildings, besides the great Mormon Temple, Tabernacle and other buildings. They were working on the great organ in the Tabernacle, whether testing, tuning or repairing I do not know. So I heard only occasional notes on it, and no concert or other playing. Found one fine bookstore there, and while the proprietor knew of our clan, he merely happened to be out of the books I especially wanted, but I did pick up several fine volumes, including Andivius Hedulio of Edward Lucan White, which I was most anxious to find. Also an extra copy of his Unwilling Vestal. Later I get another copy of An.. He.. (I refuse to try to spell it twice), so now I have a copy of each for trading purposes. Wanna trade? The following morning, I was once more on my way. My greatest regret from my visit at SLC was that I was unable to go south to Nephi to visit newfan Florence Stephenson, and that she was unable to come up to SLC to see me. But I did phone her, and have hopes that sometime before too long we may be able to meet. Another long stretch of riding brought me into Oakland, California. I should state that I had no trouble at any time getting on the trains I wanted, only that some of the jumps I could not get Pullman