My Dearest Ella-;
Just got off the train and bought some stationary. Have been wanting to write all along the line. Jack gave me the note so I already owe you a letter.
Was very sorry that you could not get off to come to Salt Lake last night. Jack, Lyman, Beryl mother and the babys went down with me.
There is a car of sailors and one of soldiers on this train. We had a cabanet last night. There were two of the Pantages musicians we saw night before last entertaining.
We are two buisy two get lonesome. We have all got the American spirit. All along the line the people cheer and stare at us. There are a lot of good singers in the bunch. They are always singing the late song hits.
Ella dearest, I am a poor write at best but I don't think you will be able to read this at all. I am writing this letter on my knee. The train rocks so that I almost draw pictures instead of write.
If this letter is soiled don't blame anyone but me. I can't keep from marking it all up.
We will be in Omaha at Midnight. My sister Halee and some of my Omaha friends will be there to see me. We only stop there about fifteen minutes.
Tell Lyman or Jack that I am feeling fine and that I am sure having a nice trip. Give my regards to all my friends in Magna.
I will mail this mess in Cheyenne Wyo. Address your letters here and they will know where to foward my mail because I don't.
Wish you would write real often. Don't wait for an answer to each letter. Just write as often as you can spare the time and I will do the same.
We are going through the rolling hills of Wyo now. These are sure some funny looking rodes out in the fields. They look like some one had piled them up.
I wish the train did not rock so. I would write a long letter then.
With love and hopes to be with you again,
Orson
P.S. Please execuse dirt sweetheart.
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