In large, lonesome Nevada last week the winter snows that gave the state its name† began melting on the mountain flanks. Below the snowline, 110,000 sq. mi. of the nation's sixth biggest state came alive with spring activity. Along the Sierra Nevada, Basque sheepherders led freshly shorn flocks to summer pasture, kept wary vigil against marauding mountain lions. In the revived ghost town of Virginia City, cars disgorged Midwestern tourists to gaze at Piper's Opera House and Lucius Beebe's Territorial Enterprise. Around Reno, candidates for grass widowhood whiled away their residence on...
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