The Daily Enterprise

A City Moving On Wheels.
[R. Noble in McGregor Times.]
I arrived at Bartlett, D. T., about the
middle of the afternoon of a beautiful
day. I found some stir and activity
among the people of the city, but it
seemed to be the excitement incident to
the emigration of a city on wheels. The
people generally had abandoned all
hope of the city, and were moving their
houses bodily to Devil's lake and other
places. The houses were first lifted on
to large timbers of sufficient size and
strength to bear the weight of the
house. These timbers were then sus-
pended under two monstrous freight
wagons on either side of the build-
ing; four large horses or oxen were
then hitched to the wagons on each
side, and the road to Devil's
lake being across a smooth prairie, the
teams were able to move along easily
with a fair sized building. Some of
them, with the teams attached, pre-
sented to my mind sights most magnifi-
cent. It was the first time that I had
ever seen a city moving on wheels. I
had seen people moving on a large
scale in their so-called "prairie schoon-
ers," but the sight was tame compared
with this. I thought of a remark I once
heard to the effect that "the approach
of a train of cars drawn by a powerful
engine was a magnificent sight to be-
hold," and I thought to myself a road
lined with two-story houses, moving to
the music of the steady tread of teams
of eight powerful oxen, was a sight
equally magnificent. And such was the
fate of the once proud city of Bartlett.