an," on the same day, as follows:
"John Sherman, having received seventy-three votes for President
in Congress [laughter], I mean for Senator in Congress, which being
a majority over all them others, I declares John Sherman duly
elected Senator in Congress from Ohio."
If the changing of the minority vote had proceeded, some of the
Democratic votes would have been cast for me, and my majority would
have been increased, but I preferred the election as it occurred.
My election for the third term was after a hot political contest,
but it left no wounds unhealed. Most of the gentlemen opposed to
me became afterwards my warm friends.
In July, 1872, two months after the close of the session of Congress,
I received the following letter from Thomas A. Scott, President of
the Texas and Pacific Railroad Company:
"Philadelphia, July 19, 1872.
"Hon. John Sherman, Mansfield, Ohio.
"My Dear Sir:--A few gentlemen connected with the Texas and Pacific
road, and myself, propose to go to the Pacific coast, leaving
Philadelphia about the 12th to the 15th of August.
"If your engagements will permit, I shall be very glad indeed to
have you go with us.
"I am going from San Francisco to San Diego, and shall return by
way of San Francisco; the trip will occupy about thirty days.
"Please let me hear from you, and, if possible, let me have the
pleasure of your company.
"Very truly yours,
"Thomas A. Scott, President."
I accepted the invitation, and with a very agreeable party of ladies
and gentlemen, among whom were Mr. W. T. Walters, of Baltimore,
and his daughter, made my first voyage to the Pacific coast. Mr.
Scott, as president of the Pennsylvania Railroad Company, had
command, by courtesy, of every convenience of travel. We had a
dining car which we could attach to any train, with ample room for
beds, and a full supply of provisions. The journey to San Francisco
was broken by several stops on the way at places that we thought
interesting.
Great changes had occurred in the brief period since my trip in an
ambulance with General Sherman. The Indians and buffaloes had
disappeared from the plains, the former placed on reservations
distant from the railroad, and the latter by gradual extinction.
When we crossed the Laramie plains I was in, to me, a "terra
incognita." The great basin of Salt Lake, with the varied and
picturesque scenery to the east and west of it, attracted our
attention, but the want of water
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