Nevada State Route 207

We ride all day and all night and ascend and descend some of the most frightful hills I ever saw.

We make Johnson's Pass, which is six thousand seven hundred and fifty-two feet high, about two o'clock in the morning, and go down the great Kingsbury Grade with locked wheels.

The driver, with whom I sit outside, informs me as we slowly roll down this fearful mountain road, which looks down on either side into an appalling ravine, that he has met accidents in his time and cost the California Stage Company a great deal of money.

"Because," he says, "juries is agin us on principle, and every man who sues us is sure to recover.