His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales shooting on the prairies of the far west, 1860. The future King Edward VII hunting quails in Illinois. There is a huge, undulating ocean of grass and flowers, which the warm soft wind keeps in a gentle ripple...There is, of course, no track, and your way lies through the prairie grass, now little more than breast high, but in the spring almost over your head; you stride through clumps of resin and compass weeds, through patches of blue, yellow, and purple flowers, through thyme and long rich grass. At last you gain the summit of the gentle rise, and can look around you for miles on miles in all directions. From "Illustrated London News", 1860.